It’s so simple to live happily,
To enjoy life, avoid misery,
Just follow the simple ways of life,
With understanding and empathy.
It’s not really very difficult,
Just leave your egoism behind.

you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.

the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.

It is the passionate night that holds you.

nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.

hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.

the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.

oh, flower of the night,
the night will never release you.

a solitary tear falls. I draw the shades.

Drop by drop the drizzling started,
The sweet smell of mud started to spread around.
The cloud started to speak,
The air started to dance.
It chilled out everywhere.
Rain, Rain, Rain
You are the best season of all.
--Jayalalita B Iyer

Stood in the pile of snow,
dreaming of his dream,
that all due in December.

The snow falls pieces by piece,
just like his dream,
that melt in February.

Build by fun time once sharing,
a time like fever dream,
that long gone ever since January.

There is him,
the snowman has new dream,
that begin again when March come in.

I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow