In tis universe wide
In its unknown glide
from the cupids bow
stiriketh the arrow of love
eyes sparkled with tear
Uncertain in its fear
yet tis pleasure to melt
beating heart of love felt
striketh the arrow of love
from the cupids bow

where have all the flowers gone

to adorn the graves of warriors gone

where have all the flowers gone

in the lonesome valley to be along

where have all the flowers gone

in heaven forever young never torn

Where have all the flowers gone

to the polluted land of ours to mourn

where have all the flowers gone

To the lost love to mourn

where have all the flowers gone

Tis a path chosen by me
A dream to my destiny to be
walking away from safe shell
To the unknown realm dreams spell
Then my wallet had the bill
now tis heart hath its fill
then the world honored me
not tis world shower love to me
then I slept without peace
now life none to please
then the fear to fail
now destiny's winds set may sail
tis a path of a dreamers choice
Dreams to fill dreamers rejoice
Ajit

Tis a life of profit and gain
counted loss innocence slain

love measured in gold
Passion an entertainment sold
Poverty humanity to hold
labor of innocent child sold
hunger pains in famine unfold
to the needed food for profit sold
nations war, borders to hold
profited by guns sold

Honor and pride humanitys pain
love of innocent souls sold in vain

Nature her teasures doth hold
Destroyed by greed and sold
beauty of flowers at day unfold
Withered in poison its home sold
beasts born free a zoo doth hold
forest to factories sold

nature by human deeds slain
Sold to us suffering and pain

tis

Sixteen years gone riding the wheels two .
Ever a pleasure for a rider true
May be influenced by a western or two
Ever a pleasure on a steel horse true

Nor do i ride to race and win
Nor given to speed to raise the adrenaline
Yet miles to pass and wheels to spin
In to tis heart the lone ranger rides in

the engines hum a heart to beat
Highways roads to village street
Rain and sun never to feel
riding to the horizon in the horse of steel

To let go and fly to the sky
Riding the winds till they die
To feel the wind on the face
A passion to set the roads ablaze

Riding the wind all day long
Whistling the tune of favorite song
Every road has a bend right or wrong
the wind rider rides in the hearts for long

Haircut
Strands of hair unruly way
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Scrolling through the models on book
pictures in mind to decide the look
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Through the times in a different way
young ones cry of the barbers scissor
A grim look of teen in the mirror
every hair cut in the heart a terror
Good or bad an haircut is an adventure
pety

Remember the times when you heard a rupee could go far
now it goes as far as the gasoline u fill the car
those were the days when kids thought the stork bought babies home
now they know even test tubes make them come
those were days when love letters were sealed with the kiss
now the phone gets the kiss and the lips miss
those were the days friends had fun and talked sitting on a wall
now all they talk is a short note on a facebook wall
those were the days we wait for a song with a radio
now the ipods shuffle the songs
those were the days we paid for one and watched all the channels
now we pay for that we dont watch and watch the free channel
times change and change those days
yet those were the days