Mirror mirror tell me*

Mirror mirror tell me
Am I not young still,
Are not my lips carry
Luscious feel,
Aren't my hips
ready for a turn
Doesn't my hair
Holds dreams auburn,
Doesn't my Bosom keep
Love red and deep,
Aren't my eyes blue
Made for a Beau,

Mirror mirror tell me,
I am the beauty
that the world seeks,

Mirror mirror tell me
I hold youthful blush

Mirror mirror tell me
For me the world does the rush.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting as attached, done by Pino Deani, courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

When the morning comes *

When the morning comes
With the sweet murmur
Of a gentle stream of water
Flowing down from hills
Amidst the forest and the green
How we wake up to the chirpings
Of birds and songs of thrush,
As if calling again, us
To go and sit by that river
Which has been flowing forever
And to watch and feel with our hearts' content
How nature has always carried that beauteous essence
Of human life joined in perfect harmonious sense
With all that surrounds it , the trees, the rivers, the lakes,

When morning thus with Beauty and calm claims
Our wonderous soulful existence
Upon this earth, we can only feel dense
Within us, what it really takes
To find pleasure while living so,
Finding in Nature's bounty endless
Our journeys , our sojourns, stays,
Then only we can feel proper the bless
Which mother like nature gives us, always.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached , done by V. Kopylov, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni, )

In the realm of twilight, after a shower*

In the realm of twilight how the town goes
Into a beauteous setting of a trance,
Where light and shade like a Dream dance,
After a sudden shower, as it for some hours pours,
How the town goes sleepy, calmed, liquidified, flowed,
After a spell of rain, how images there coalesce,
How there in the moist air , I just feel blessed,
And I go there , treading to the lane, most quiet,
There how I go, counting the posts of light,

Into  the lane, how I go walking tip toeing,unhurried,
Finding there a dream like scene getting slowly readied,
How there walking I find  joy of being a vagrant
To go by mind and soul to land so , so distant,

There, in the realm of a twilight beautiful,
How I go in search of poem, carried by the rain,  cool,
And just by there treading noiseless and soft
How by a wonderous feel of calm am I held aloft,

In the realm of twilight how dreams and reality come true,
How in worded forms I find wonderous hues.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached , done by Evgeny Lushpin, titled "In the realm of twilight".)

A walk in the rain*

A walk in the rain
Is such a wonderous feel
Sweeping cool breeze as it fills
Heart, pitter patter drops on head,
Rejuvenating leaves dried and almost dead,

A walk in the rain
Is such a marvellous feel
Drops of water upon umbrella quite
Drenched soul walking with genteel light
Moist skin feeling shivers slight,

A walk in the rain
Is such a poetic trance,
Simmering light how on streets wet, dance.

(*Note: upon a sketch loosely based as attached, done by me)