As the wait prolongs itself.....stretching itself yawningly across the storm tossed oceans of time...I realize I can wait as long as I want....a golden glint of hope can keep me alive for as long as I want to remain stubbornly stuck to my madness...the piano shall have stopped playing, the curtains will have dropped elegantly on the stage, lovers shall have quarreled, kissed and made up for it and somewhere caught in the throes of waiting for you....as the venom of your love spreads through my body tantalizingly....reminding me of a certain searing encounter of lips where poison left one body and entered another...just about a miniscule drop ...enough to paralyze my heart and force it to stop flutteringly and it is then that I shall have quit waiting…just to renew my wait again...for aint I entitled to seven more lifetimes?