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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