i fill up the blanks with the words like action,
it is silent with no apparent sound effect,sometime little doings and small steps are enough;
dreams winging as light as autumn clouds in the virtuous sky convey the soul to the enormous space;
the language of heart is universal and it speaks in silence carrying messages in pulsation caught in a pulse
each pulse is a life
each word-
each action
i fill up the space in silence,
i fill up the loneliness with my choices preferred;
i cherish the flowers and fruition along this endless wandering time in a timeless space.