This piece is for future poets who want to carve a niche for themselves on this planet.
Poetry is the flow of intense thoughts— otherwise it is NOT poetry.
It need not rhyme , unless you are writing it as a nursery rhyme for little children to sing along. Once you start reading poetry you will NOT be able to stop. And finally when you do stop, you will feel something inside your heart— if it is good poetry.
Love and nostalgia take very little effort to make that impact.
Gone are the days of Victorian bombardment. An ordinary man on the street can write good poetry. Good poetry means 90% of the people both erudite and illiterate who read it will be impressed.
The remaining 10% misanthropes of this planet , who need something other than poetry to get impressed, please excuse.
You ran into my life with girlish glee
smilin' , blushing - yet excitingly bold
the wonderful gift i have always sought
as the brightest star in my private heaven
even when we fought, you said "i love you"
in your sweet special touching way
how time stood still last valentine's day
being two, feeling one, moments so rare
you have schemes for a path we ought to share
a sweet distant spot you make me hunger for
anxious you were to walk the path with me
but not to find the distant magic spot too soon
a heart shaped promise ring silver pendant
still over on my chest hurts my poor heart so
i am amazed at the way love can be canned
i realise how far behind you have left me
to dance your freedom far away from me
darling- what forced you to destroy me so?
CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL