Travel Together

Nobody gets a manual

To gracefully grow old;

We'll have to figure it out

Ourselves as we go along.

Nobody else can walk the

Distance on our behalf;

But we can cover it together

We don't have to walk alone.

There's no need to rush, 

There's no need to stress;

There may be foggy days when

You cannot see very far ahead;

All you have to do is look to your side,

And you'll see me smiling with you.

We're on the right path as long

As we're walking together.

Nobody needs to fear the

Shadows along the way;

It isn't darkness, but light that

Lets them come alive and play.

Nothing need bother us as long

As we carry our own sunshine;

Our own inner sunshine into

The mysterious, dark night.

There's no need to rush, 

There's no need to stress;

There may be foggy days when

You cannot see very far ahead;

All you have to do is look to your side,

And you'll see me smiling with you.

We're on the right path as long

As we're walking together.

                                  -o-

Rhythmication

There are songs that say a lot;

There are poems that mean 

Much more than they say.

But it's the rhythm, yes, it's the rhythm

It is the rhythm that keeps 'em rocking!

Was doin' all right before I knew you;

The rise, the fall, the bounce and all

Absorbed by nature's rough affection.

And then through all that deafening din

Induced your friendship in my soul

The much needed rhythmication.

The much needed rhythmication.

And it's the rhythm, yes, it's the rhythm

It is the rhythm that keeps me rocking!

There are songs that say a lot;

There are poems that mean 

Much more than they say.

But it's the rhythm, yes, it's the rhythm

It is the rhythm that keeps 'em rocking!

I could tell the night from the day;

Through the mazes I found my way

A clear conscience and no ill intention.

And then by a fortunate discovery

Induced your friendship in my soul

The much needed rhythmication.

The much needed rhythmication.

And it's the rhythm, yes, it's the rhythm

It is the rhythm that keeps me rocking!

There are songs that say a lot;

There are poems that mean 

Much more than they say.

But it's the rhythm, yes, it's the rhythm

It is the rhythm that keeps 'em rocking!

                                  -o-

This song is for you, my dearest friend, Anju.

A very small gift, in comparison to all that your friendship means to me. Thank you. 

The Mask, My Face

All I need now is the quiet center

To rest my tired limbs and nerves;

I've been working myself silly,

Running around the circumference!

I've thrown away most of the waste

I had amassed over the years;

And yet, it is true, there's only so far

One can run from oneself!

There's just nowhere to rush to,

No, not even a reason to leave,

When you see everything change,

And yet, somehow, nothing is different!

I've done all I could to wake myself up

And to jump out of foolish dreams;

But how can I ever assist myself 

Rip off the mask that is my face!

Laughable, I know, have my attempts

Been, and in vain, all the exertions;

For, as is the order of a circular path,

The faster I ran, the stiller I stood!

All I need now is the quiet center

To rest my tired limbs and nerves;

I've been working myself silly,

Running around the circumference!