Poem76.Great Me

Great Me

 

                                                            Had pictured myself perfect

                                                            in the eye of my  mind

                                                            something goes if wrong

                                                            blame fell, never on me.

                                                            Never was aware the fact

                                                            I'm not what I think

                                                            until I saw the image

                                                            in my dear one's eyes.

                                                            One's friend can be a mirror

                                                            if you choose to see

                                                            but fact is that we don't

                                                            like to see the truth.

                                                            See ourselves beautiful

                                                            try to blame, others,

                                                            the world or whatever,

                                                            but never, the great me.

Written for "The Mag"  where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as  inspiration.

Poem69.Oh GOD....You are great...

In my last poem I have prayed to dear God to run antivirus on me....He instantly answered to my request and was hospitalised and done a full scan on me.....Just today came out clean....Oh GOD....You are great......

Really God has made me clean,clean my mind eyes ears everything...

Now I can hear the world in its true beauty. Hear the music..see all of you and more over be happy to be alive ...................

Had prayed to god

for cleaning with antivirus

never thought will grace soon

just the next day morn.

Then ,

 lying down in the hospital bed

closing eyes and watching

I can see dear words

with wonderful dresses

floating towards me.

They danced before me

called me to wake up

made me sure write.

Compelled, took a book

a pen  was ready,then

they went behind a curtain.

Now if lie down, sure

will start calling again.........

Poem66. Initiative

Initiative
 

Being with my- self

talking with-in more

am I shutting up?

withdrawing inside?

Not interested in talks

nothing excites me!

each day brings greyness

 more questions with it..

By living with dears, trying

to do what they expect,

sad,never to satisfaction

but  can I blame them?

Yes, I  want them happy

give what they wish

for that, I must be myself

not  shadow, but  happy self.

Happiness it seems

at my shoulder length

but why can't I jump,

and catch, just wonder?.

To achieve something special

initiative, the first step,

why I don't assimilate

courage for that leap?