I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
He sits in a room with no windows, the air stagnates rapidly and with no fresh air. Impossible for anyone to animate inside, he ponders how he got there. Mismatched furniture, like his soul, he has had seen better days
Every thought that comes to my mind, Instructs my mind to think of you. Every night when slumber make me blind, States my eyes to dream of you. Every drop of blood that flows through my heart, Reminds my heart