In the deep REALM of loneliness and desert of silence unseen and unsaid things merge with each other where silence is thirsty of happenings thirsty of noise of creation thirsty of itself creating EXUBERANT canvas of moments your powerful thoughts appears in cloves of my soul I try to hold your feelings in my palm as if the palm is the complete LOVE to beloved one.. and every line of palms every moment of palms… even every silenced voice of palm making me thrill for a moment where i find nails engraving YOUR name Finally a forced- reminder TO FULFIL THE LONGING OF DRY LIPS..