without a start or an end.
Pulling and governing everything around itself.
Giving meaning to the most meaningless.
Trivialising the perfect.
Its untameable aura.
Its mysterious hues.
Its limitless perceptions.
Its playful cues.
Humankind has always tried to bind it with sand, with triangle arc,
in between the three hands of minute, second and hour,
Yet every time it slips from them and rules the entire creation itself.
And when I try to write about the time's timelessness,
my words get lost somewhere in the vastness of nothingness!