On a lonely day,
I stare at the shaking trees,
And falling leaves.
Deciduous leaves leave the boughs,
And a stream flows and stirs about
Like a lovely lough.
A scene so beautiful,
I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre,
What a natural collection like a louvre,
To see flowers smile,
To see trees dance and dress,
I ease my mind to let me rest.
The stream flows and reflects nature’s beauty,
The trees are free but look fruity,
Under the mirage of the the brook,
That opens my mind like a book,
With shrewdness I look.
The glistening light,
That beetles over the stream,
Through the canopies of the branches and lazy boughs of tired trees…..
I can hear the silence of this bushy mirror,
I can hear the echoes of dripping dews like a fallen hero,
I can hear the veer of the veery,
I can hear the the melody of the mockingbird,
Even the ringing of parrots’ voices.
Now, I will pay attention
To how I look in this crackless mirror,
Seeing how delighted,
Seeing how awe-inspired I have become……
Feeling loved in the midst of hatred.
The trees around the brook dances,
And reflects themselves behind me….
I examine myself with the lovely gaze of awe—
Life is wonderful,
Life is illusive,
Life is an optical illusion in this natural mirror…
A smile to my twin in the mirror,
I talk to him,
He does as I do…
He mimics my actions,
Yet, it was a voiceless action…
I’m surprised he is me in fiction..
It’s mystifying like deja vu,
Oh! What a natural breakthrough!
So, I shut my eyes,
To see myself again…..
—Oh what a blank nighttime!
My eyes open with tear drops,
Dripping like blood,
on the stream,
And splashes on my twin…
My tears cause ripple of swirling and whirling waves on the stream,
And my mind evaporates my thoughts like steam,
While the drips echo over
And over again in my mind like dream.
My appearance blurs,
As the little tides wave over my mirrored face.
Then the water shakes,
Ticking seconds out of my life like a patient in a coma race…
I looked at my appearance
In clear glances of sight,
And to work on my defects like a mythical fight…
I am to fly above imperfection like an airplane flight,
’cause I’m about to take a new life,
If I can clean the blemishes,
And get rid of life’s pimples,
Then I can get a new face in life,
—I can get a new life..
On the whistling of birds,
And the dripping sounds of the water,
I will have to correct the past and future
With the mirror of this brook.
Even with the buzzing of the hives,
A honey-bee knows his house.
So I re-examine myself,
I look cute, virile, breathtaking,
—perfectly crafted by the Almighty’s design,
I smelt flowery and looked handsome,
Yet I know I am not good enough,
To be perfect —I have to pay the ransom,
Even the world around this mirror looks awesome,
With roses, peace lilies, jasmines and other lovely flowers blossom…
Love swims in my heart like brook trout,
Within a sudden twilight a love seed sprouts,
The dances of the trees howls a silent rout..
I’m feeling like I’m already speaking to a crowd,
With my love I’m feeling proud…
What can I say about this
—that I took my lonely time to observe?
How can I perfectly make you feel the emotions I absorbed?
Until the sun fades into the west,
I will keep writing about you—my love,
And about how you make me feel….
I smile and my image smiles
With a demeanor which tells me
Under the shadows of trees,
And breezy grasses,
I have washed my face
With this water of the stream,
I guess my makeup is now free of stains…
I am now set to go home,
I’m now leaving the stream,
I’m now leaving this dream,
I leave and see how I fade out like steam…
I seized to exist in the brook’s mirror,
Until I come back next time..
I scrutinize with lovely looks,
Life is wonderful,
Life is illusive in this mirror of love….