{"id":385,"date":"2019-03-29T15:02:20","date_gmt":"2019-03-29T15:02:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/?p=385"},"modified":"2019-03-29T15:02:20","modified_gmt":"2019-03-29T15:02:20","slug":"in-between-spaces","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/2019\/03\/29\/in-between-spaces\/","title":{"rendered":"In-between Spaces"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It was too late to fix what I didn\u2019t know was broken<br \/>\nWisdom is wasted on the aged<br \/>\nI realized I drained my youth for no cause,<br \/>\nas I probed every designs detail<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My hours withered away on castles and skyscrapers<br \/>\nOn perfecting my city, my world<br \/>\nI labored over their form and shape,<br \/>\nOblivious as to what would unfold<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Foolishly I believed my exploits would fulfill me<br \/>\nThe higher the tower, the happier I would be<br \/>\nTime taught me but another lesson,<br \/>\nThat the higher the tower, the harder the fall would be<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Amidst my soaring accomplishments, concealed,<br \/>\nLay the negative spaces that hide away,<br \/>\nThe little moments that you don\u2019t plan,<br \/>\nThe in between spaces held more treasure than the eye could convey<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">As my mansions perished, so did I<br \/>\nAll that remained were crude alleyways and tasteless corridors<br \/>\nIn the end, my work meant nothing, and what I\u2019d overlooked remained<br \/>\nRegretfully, I realized, the things most important are often ignored<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>&#8211; Linu Elizabeth George<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was too late to fix what I didn\u2019t know was broken Wisdom is wasted on the aged I realized I drained my youth for no cause, as I probed every designs detail My hours withered away on castles and skyscrapers On perfecting my city, my world I labored over their form and shape, Oblivious&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,24],"tags":[116,19],"class_list":["post-385","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative","category-saahitya","tag-creative","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=385"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":387,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/385\/revisions\/387"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=385"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=385"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nitk.acm.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=385"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}