If someone has gone through the posts that precede this (I guess you have, they are only a handful) you must have come across the one where I have commented on my poetry skills in every manner possible (in The Poet that Wasn't) .Well, after a long break (this should not invite comments) I have written a small piece. This time trying a completely different genre, so please be soft on the critique.
On the dedication,well, its for you to figure out! (the easiest part of the poem!!!)
In a moment I’m caught
Between words and pictures, lost
A year to this day, each day lived
Not bored or rhythmic
For, each time it feels like new
Each call, every letter from you
I long for that voice
Yet that fortnight seems clear
The first , I recollect, the last year
For, each time it feels like new
And meetings unplanned, a rush before
Seeking a glimpse, a smile too
A year now, the truth I speak
Each time it seems like heaven
And, each time it feels like new
