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Until We Meet

Noted Nest

By Ganapathi Gayathri



Beneath the shade of our favorite tree,

Confessing affections and secret sunset rendezvous waiting to be restored.

Every leaf that parted with the tree falls on me         

Now the sky and I miss the spark in your eyes and the warmth of your gaze.


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him


By the Ocean's shore,where waves kiss the sand,we sat hand in hand.

Unfiltered conversation waiting to be spoken deeply,unhurriedly also listened attentively with patience  

Now the waves and I miss the cadence of your breath and voice


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him


Above the fluffy clouds,where the eagles soar,we shared the same dreams forevermore

The path we once walked waiting to  begin our journey again                     

Now the mountains and I scream your name


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him


In the garden we nurtured

We have blooms for each feeling pure and bright,roses for "I Love You"s chrysanthemums for "I am Sorry"s and bougainville for "I miss you"s yearning for your hands                                                                      Now the flowers and I miss being held by you


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him


Sharing songs,our kind,a symphony of love forever aligned

In every melody,a memory made and with you my heart beats in perfect rhythm

Hundreds of songs waiting to be replayed                                                               Now my playlist and I miss the harmony of your heartbeat


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him


Though at a distance,words made us near

Across the miles,words bridges the space and unite us in every beautiful line I write

Waiting for the day when you could finally know all these preserved poems and love letters were only about you  

Now my words and I long to reach your heart and reside


Oh sweet dreams,keep quiet,till I meet him.


By Ganapathi Gayathri



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