Geeta's Poems

There are no goodbyes...

Sometimes
goodbyes are more
like hellos...
And the wave
of a parting hand
calls me back
again and again
over spaceless times.
The touch of your hand
stays with me
like a blessing
from the skies.
And parting is
meeting
which stays forever...
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{ Alone } { Where?... } { Evening } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ Stray Poems } { The Morning After } { The Essence }

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