MIRROR IMAGES

I thought I have reached
one empty sea shore alone
after the whirl waves receded
numb or bewildered ?
orange fire spreads
all around  my tri colour
where horizon takes in hand
my dreams
but in August flowers
I breeze not freedom
but fences
not of thorns but of brain cells
rotate in vicious circles.
In vast sea shores I gaze
at a reflection in horizon 
through the perils of sun set
and I find a mirror image
river like
love and torment in one frame
like tree and its shadow
how can it be
ordeals…
that is life to believe
from pinnacles..
how can one stumble
stumble in that fashion????