What a strange thing this was to say..!

Longing defines the length of wait.
                                                  

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.

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Published by: Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.

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