SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you? do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower
Hear the music before the song is over.

----written by a little girl, who does not have much time to live.

Around the corner, a vanished friend

Around the corner, a vanished friend Aroundthe corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him." But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Sambhar of 69 (lyrics)

Sambhar of 69 (lyrics) ( With apologies to "Summer of 69" and "Sambhar" fans ..) I had my first real six rupees, stole it from my father's pants. went to a madrasi hotel, to eat the sambhar of 69. Me and some kadke dost, had it all and we caught bukhaar, jimy puked, joey got ulcers, and Bagga ne maari dakar. Oh when I went back there now, the food was as stale as ever, and though it was 1999, still the sambhar was being served over there, that was the worst food of my life. Therez no use in complaining, when you got no other place to eat, rushed in the evening to the doctors clinic, but he too was at the toilet seat, yeah standing there waiting outside, nurse told me I will wait forever, oh and when I held my breath, I knew that I had to use that loo there That was the worst food of my life. Back to the sambhar of 69. Man I was getting killed, I was full and restless, I needed to unwind, I guess nothing can wait forever - FOREVER... NO!!!! And now the dhabas are changing, new dishes have come and gone, sometimes when I pass that old madrasi lane, I still smell it, I can't be wrong. Standing in those unwashed clothes, the waiters still call me in there, oh the way my nostrils burn, I know that it will be served forever, what was the worst food of my life. yeah it was the sambhar of 69, the sambhar, the sambhar, the sambhar of 69 ……………