MY MIRROR

My Mirror Shows My Hair As Grey
Your Skin Is Loosening To Me It Says
Vision Is Getting Blurred Day By Day
My Mirror Is Getting Old I Can Surely Say

The Heads That Turned When I Passed By
And Voices That Said Oh My My!!
No Longer I See Or Hear Them Sigh
Its Hard To Believe How Times Fly

Limbs Give Up On Running Around
Weight Keeps Changing Pound By Pound
Inevitable Changes To Which We Are Bound
Inside Four Walls Feels Safe And Sound

Everything Around Is Getting So Old
I Am Still The Same Young And Bold
But Nothing Around Is Like Before
Life Is Not The Same Anymore

Grey Hair And Wrinkled Skin
Blurred Vision Day By Day
O Mirror!  My Dear Mirror!
You Are Getting Old I can Surely Say !

PATH WITHOUT DESTINATION

There Are Times When I Walk
On a path With No Destination
I Just Want To Enjoy The Journey 
Without any Hesitation

You Search For Yourself
When You Feel Like Your lost
And Find Suitable Ways
Keeping Fingers Crossed

I Want To Keep Walking 
Holding Your Hand
On A Path Without Destination
On A Path Which Has No End

Destination Is Like A Full Stop
I Want To Keep Exploring
Creating Cherishable Moments
Moments Worth Adoring