Where's the beauty
of the world
sans the arts
which before us unfold?

Life so meagre
so drab and poor
in its monotonous  tones
to live such is to deplore

my heart I'll open
to embrace beauty -manifold
time shall take its mindless flight
but I'll never grow tired nor old

I'll stay away
my being here
might add
to the existing confusion
and needless babble:
where people
gather---anywhere
there's bound to be
some misunderstanding
dissension or squabble
for such is human nature

do excuse me
I can't accept
your invitation
to stay
or something to say

I'll go
my silent way
and none
will I offend
agree with
or defend--
peace I'll have
this will make
my happy day

My words
shall be few
more will pollute:
it's enough
if they are true
to what makes me
as I am--no more:

here, there
everywhere
words flush
the daily air
endless
careless
needless
at every thoroughfare

silence
I must learn
and be aware
of the sanctity
of words unspoken
there's the hidden diamond
beyond compare.

How to live?
Be creative
don't be imitative
or hybrid
nor decorative
in this-
new ideas
you'll conceive
yourself
you'll never deceive !

To the world we belong
but of us it takes no notice
yet from it we can't detach:
living demands we seek our own peace

while life watches
in nonchalance and indifference
before long, as time rushes
we meet our end-- dispensed!

I
you
they
and life-

the inseparable quartet
we are

in our being together :
every day
our drama
is played

Go elsewhere
I'm not your man
unlike the others
I can't pretend-

to your chorus
my ears I can't lend
leave me as I am
your song I can't chant