The yearning is unending
It is just starting
all day waiting
The corner I occupy
I sit, with dying patience
yearning with experience
it seems you have forgotten my existence
with growing distance,
Why my yearning still grows,
It should have died till now

I am still in waiting room
sitting, with constant reminder
I am waiting for the flightless dream
a sightless vision,
A weightless endeavour,
The yearning goes up and down
with every sound in my ear.

Implications
Decisive,
I am jumbled being
Dying with constant yearning
Living in the past
Fighting for my future
With no end of this thirst.