Faces of Dimension

One is past and one is future,

The feeling that something is always looking,

Always behind us, keeps sinking 

Within us and makes a way

To our hearts so deep that 

We ignore the lingering future.

The good happy days of the present

And the fortune of tomorrow.

The present always seeps

From the holes that remain hidden.

As we fill one, we realize that somewhere

Some other is made and we are 

Stuck in the loop of closing chapters. 

One after the other, every day of life,

Turns to a past to haunt us.

Or may be in some cases cherish us.

But the haunting days always overpower

The other pictures. What if,

There was a shield to limit our imagination

In this dimension of time and look forward

For other dimensions like glory,

Exploration, reading, gazing, coloring, etc.

The world would be so beautiful,

Peaceful and breathing present.