Beautiful silence
And those breaths,
Had me going
All for in one,
Happy I was
In search of Constance,
The more I ran
The more It came closer,
A night , a beautiful night
With no fear
No grief, what followed
Was a deep gaol of joy,
Peace was there
And hence everything was there
That silence was the protest for some rest
To escape into the deep world of freedom
In a creative sense of thoughts
Images came, a particular manner
A pattern, which was to be broken
To release us to the ultimate.
A way Thats never ending but rhythmic.!