I am never going to be happy, because I dream and my dreams stay.
Distances are the sentences I compose,
Quietly and they inertly stay.
I have tried many a times to stay to myself,
But myself again in the boundless vicinity galore stray.
I have nothing much to say but a lot to say.
I want you hear here,
Thus be there,
when words flow.
They are stuck,in your mesmerized gaze.
Longing defines the length of wait.