Coreartry

Space is a maze, Of stars and planets. Space is a stage, To perform the ballets. Space is a time, We give each other. Space is the Nile, We swim together. The space within nature, Need to be confessed, The space within lives, Need to be obsessed. Space is a dimension, But indeed, the boundless. It blooms and glooms, Pretending itself painless. Smaller is the space, Larger is its worth. Power embossed within, A creature takes birth. Bend it to the angle, You’ll see the triangle. Feel within the dark, Some notions to wrangle. Space cannot be created, Nor be destroyed. It needs to be preserved, Without making things void.

     Time's just slipping, from life's clipping... 

Hey readers, Wanna feel how an empty glass of time is filled with? This happens with every one of us, just the ways of dealing with it are different. So just seek-peek into the poem and enjoy! "Sometimes it feels like nothing, But a burden of boredom.  Reluctant of doing things, Fitting within our decorum. Limits set to appropriate, With the release of wrong. Controlled by no one, But by injuries of a storm.  Injuries happen unexpectedly, With a lot of pain. But healing starts suddenly, Within the count of ten. We want to yell, Somewhere at the summit. We want to mail, Feelings running at swift.  Boredom happens again, When committed with the day. We keep on freezing, When needed blushing at the bay.  Mood swings continuously, At the times of highness. We hide them nearly, With a bit of shyness.  We feel low- we feel irritated, Nowhere is desired. Just the presence of right, And the pain retired.  Reframe your life, When things go right.  Refill the ha...