Poem91.Remnants

                                                                     Remnants

Remnants for you,

but a treasure for me,
remembrance of gone days.

 childhood spent around Grandpa

  the star of my small eyes.
 red sofa, his favorite spot .

Sitting there so majestic

used to tell mighty stories,

and reading was a craze.

With broad outlook, clever so calm

never heard shouting but was strong

                                                         ready solutions just in hand.

That were days so filled with joy,

 love, affection there in air,
he, so proud  to be my gpa.

Now also when I go there

hear him talking as before,

Hallucination might be, but for me just real.

It is written for The Mag145  where we have to write on a photo prompt.

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.