the times are moving
the wheel has shifted from the cart
the beast from its slave
the slave away from his master

the times they have changed
we stay put
and still move away
drawn by the winds of time

the times have altered
the spirits of the ghosts
they no longer haunt
but only dismay

the times have come
and they are here to stay
killing our youth
and haunting our age.

This I wrote for them on their 53rd anniversary

A thousand miles we have passed along
And a million footsteps behind
Each a journey of unending emotions,
Some-where I walked along with you,
A few-few steps behind;

All in all
Those have been lovely days
Of long afternoons
And those of them
which saw cold nights
Were always spent in the warmth
Found from the embrace of my lover you;

You have been there
And I with you
As we both have walked ahead-
Arm in arm,
step by step,
We have come this far
And now I wish
Not only for afternoons-warm
But for a thousand million cold nights
To be spent in the warmth
Found from the embrace of my lover you...

someday love will find you

Someday love will find you

And ask of where you’ve been

You in your motion picture

Might call it a magical thing

For those of you who stand there looking

It’s the worst kind of sin

With empty eyes

And jagged stares

You’ll pierce its heart

Bleed a voice

It won’t be the wounded love

The incessant cry might be yours

But then maybe

You’ll stay there soundless

Hard and numb

Whispery sorrows waiting to benumb

Feet will be heavy

Ground quick sand

You in the middle

Nothing to understand

Or it might be you

The happy and the creep

Standing there laughing

Calling it nature’s cheek

You the almighty

And god your meddling freak

Better off than that crazy one

Who walks back all the way

Finds love in the middle of the street one day

And traverses the path everyday

Passing by the ghettos

Where those waiting for love’s arrival stay

The crooked and the hungry

Pitiable in their own pathetic way

Tall will stand those who were widowed

By loves helpless way

In eyes of others

Calling for love to show up again

Hoping in the deadened night

Of comfort brought by his arms

Questions crossing thy fruitless brain

When loving will call upon

Which one would you choose to play?

Sitting in the dark

you look at me

as I wander on

along the lonely street,

Shadows of the moon

follow me

as they make me detest certainity;

Half a penny

is my time's worth

as empty dreams trouble me,

The trees they sway

to a tune unknown

I follow it

even as I bemoan.

Your love

my loss

kindles in a smokey street

alone

where I walk

as if half in ecstasy...

My Night

Sullen skies of ecstasy
Distant from earth-
The ground
That holds me,
Thou I shall never see
For far from reality
You seem to be;

Oh! zephyr of midnight bliss
I refuse to let you
Caress me
For far from comfort
I shall always be;

Twinkling stars
Of hope you speak
Shielding sorrow
Swathe me
For far from sight
Does hope gleam;

“My” moon
You were once to me
Now a distant foe
You seem to be,
You bring with you
Your friend the night
Whose darkness imbibes me
For far from dreams
I seem to be...