When I look at you with both eyes,
You really look great to me,
So if I look at you with one eye,
What will I be able to see?
So I look at you with my left eye,
And you look great to me,
Then I look at you with my right eye,
And do you know what?
You still look really great to me!
Then I think I will close both eyes
And see you with my mind,
Then will you still look so great?
So I close both eyes  
To see you with my mind,
And not to my surprise,
You still look really great I find!
So now I know it’s very true,
No matter how, no matter what I do,
You will always look so great,
‘cause you’re great, you’re great, you’re great!

Appearances in places of worship,
When thoughts and behavior differ in mind,
Recital of prayers are meaningless,
The deaf will easily befriend the blind.
There are correct ways to live humanely,
To live peacefully and avoid envy,
Practise simple philosophies of life,
Nurture understanding and empathy.

Life is too short for discrimination
We have grown up not too cleverly
Human mentality has not been that great
The fault lies in norms set for society

Science deals with facts
And has no time for fiction
Belief deals with faith
And has no comparison
Our brains are too limited
Our lives are too short
To deal with religion
Science we have to abort

I do not feel superior to you
So you shouldn’t feel superior to me
I don’t feel inferior to you
So you shouldn’t feel inferior to me
I always feel the same for everyone
It’s nice if everyone feels the same as me

Each of us entered this world
Totally **** as a wintered tree
A bundle of nerves and emotions
And all worldly knowledge free

Each of us will leave this world
Perhaps clothed as a summered tree
Still a bundle of nerves and emotions
Knowledge gained or knowledge free

Rudolf the famous red-nosed reindeer,
Liked to go to local pubs for beer,
He went with Santa Claus,
And drank without a pause,
Now he can fly fast without fear.

Even as a small child  
I had liked to believe,  
That the fat man in red  
Had many toys to give,    
To make all the children  
Happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy night  
Santa is not a lie,  
And children everywhere  
Will be watching the sky,  
To see if Santa Claus  
And reindeer will pass by;  

But it's not a big deal  
If it's a fairy tale,  
Adults need something too  
when happiness is frail,  
And Santa brings a smile  
Like Christmas cards in mail.

Scorching flames burn on the left
Freezing cold awaits on the right
Walking the tightrope of everyday life
Keeping the final destination in sight
He’s walked for five and seventy years
Towards a glimmering light
But a few slips are enough to set one back
Still he’ll walk into the night

They were just new-born baby snowflakes,
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls,
half an hour later fully grown,
and falling like fluffy cotton *****;

It snowed heavily for half a day,
the snowflakes falling without a sound,
everything slowly changed to white,
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground;

Such a beauteous stunning scenery,
was thrilling to capture all in mind,
for a joyous glorious little while,
snowflakes made me leave my cares behind.

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.

The cow that once jumped over the moon,
And returned to earth to meet the spoon,
Since he was so able,
He thinks it possible,
To now jump over the sun at noon.

I stopped my drive on the mountain side,
To enjoy the country scene below,
Mother Nature was changing its green,
To orange with a gentle golden glow.

The small village town seemed fast asleep,
Very few cars were moving around,
Silence reined in the afternoon's stage,
Except for a couple of birdie sound.

In the distance where the sky was blue,
The mountain tops were still capped in white,
Year-round snow was almost always there,
Unscathed in the gaze of the soft sunlight.

That peaceful, beauteous scene did declare,
Autumn magic was definitely there.

Her leaves were transformed, jade green to gold,
She proudly struck a picturesque pose,
In the cool autumn's October month,
Justly pretty as a flowered rose;

The morning sun a helping hand did lend,
To enhance her winsome worldly charms,
At times a brazen afternoon breeze,
Caressed her gently with loving arms;

Her golden colour a month did last,
Winter stripped her naked as can be,
Then in December the snow arrived,
And changed her into a frosted tree.

Sea is blue and calm
Much fun to frolic and swim
Waves are behaving

We don't really think much about it,
Although we suffer it all the time,
We are stalked from early morn till night,
Leaving us helpless without a fight,
Stress surrounds us everywhere,
It's lurking constantly here and there.

A host of sicknesses it will bring,
And this is not just a passing thing,
Our organs, kidneys, lungs and heart,
Will all be struck in whole or in part,
We have to evade stress seriously,
For it's our mortal enemy.

So preventive measures we must take,
Some sacrifices we have to make,
Daily exercises are a must,
Simple healthy moves that you can trust,
Meditation, yoga, you will find,
All of these will leave your stress behind.

They come to visit us,
In the early hours before dawn,
If you want to see them,
Look for them in the lawn,
By the dew-covered plants,
And flowers if there be,
Fairies are fragile beauties,
And are not so easy to see;

Most fairies are feminine,
Though male ones do exist,
But they are usually hidden,
In the early morning mist,
And if by chance a fairy,
Should happen to come your way,
You can rest assured,
It will be your lucky day.

White with touch of pink
A sea of flowers en masse
Cherry blossoms joy

This world we live in can be cold,
Heartless and selfish to young and old,
We should, to keep our sanity,
Sometimes indulge in fantasy.

In a small glass bowl with rainbow hues,
Stands a tiny tree with leaves of jade,
And a golden flame atop does burn,
While some silver stars below parade.
It's a bowl of art and fantasy,
Not on sale in any worldly shop,
It may be found in Gnome's Gallery,
Where the elves and goblins often stop.

I remember morning dew,
Bathing the glory flower,  
More dew perched upon the leaves,  
It was an early hour.  

The morning mist, slightly dense,
Hovered lightly in the air,  
I felt its cold and freshness,  
They were present everywhere.  

Birds were stirring in the trees,  
The street lamps were still aglow,  
A dog barked in the distance,  
The pale moon was dimming low.  

I recall this childhood scene,  
Captured at the break of dawn,
I can feel the freshness still,  
Though everything now is gone.

I’m really extremely sad,
And with me I’m also mad,
I made you in my image.
Thinking you’d be free and sage,
But somewhere along the line,
Things did turn out not so fine,
You seem evil through and through,
That’s not how I did make you,
Heed my warning one and all,
You are heading for a fall.

Morals keep changing
Immorality seems cool
Satan is happy

They come to visit us,
In the early hours before dawn,
If you want to see them,
Look for them in the lawn,
By the dew-covered plants,
And flowers if there be,
Fairies are fragile beauties,
And are not so easy to see;
Most fairies are feminine,
Though male ones do exist,
But they are usually hidden,
In the early morning mist,
And if by chance a fairy,
Should happen to come your way,
You can rest assured,
It will be your lucky day.

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.

Poor ants are hungry
Looking for food all over
Insect spray awaits

Animals will die
When mega disasters strike
Microbes will survive

Once upon a time there was a dog
Who had as best friend a little frog
The frog learnt to lop
The dog learnt to hop
And both of them also learnt to jog

Summer sales are on
Long queues at the shopping malls
Discounts' attraction

The witch was casting her magic spell
With her trusted broomstick and a bell
Her black cat ran away
Vanished for the whole day
He was really nervous she could tell

Tiny buzzing planes
Stinging all the residents
Mosquitoes attack

Voice is stuck
In throat so dry
Scream is silent
No one hears the cry
Body sweat
Face flushed and red
Way past midnight
Struggling on the bed

The rose was looking at the moon,
Who was gently looking back at her,
Both knew that it would be very soon,
When they fall in love together.

He pretended he wasn't there,
When he looked intently at me,
Staying immobile statue-like,
Feinting to be part of the tree;

For several seconds he froze,
No single movement did he make,
The squirrel could have been sculptured,
from wood or clay just like a fake;

Slowly I threw him a walnut,
And suddenly he came alive,
Grabbing the nut and scrambling off,
I had no time to count to five.

He pretended he wasn't there,
When he looked intently at me,
Staying immobile statue-like,
Feinting to be part of the tree;

For several seconds he froze,
No single movement did he make,
The squirrel could have been sculptured,
from wood or clay just like a fake;

Slowly I threw him a walnut,
And suddenly he came alive,
Grabbing the nut and scrambling off,
I had no time to count to five.

True love is the noblest feeling,  
that the mystic self can attain,
For it is completely blind
to criticism or judgement,  
And hate, revenge and self pity  
it can easily restrain,
Like the dog's undying love
for its master good or bad,
Or the mother's unrestricted love
for her baby happy or sad;

True love is mentally abstract
with no physical connection,  
And cannot be confused
with ***, lust and egoism,
For it is mated with intuition,
kindness and understanding,
And fused with loyalty
and human compassion,
Sustaining a permanent
fondness and affection;

"Love" as it is widely used,
is too shallow and common,
and is not really love at all,
Because true love for many people,
is something they cannot recall.

I caught a ladybug,
Sitting on the window sill,
She  was very small and cute,
Round like an aspirin pill;
She was dressed in red and black,
Quite elegant in her way,
I gave it a gentle toss,
And so she flew away.

Each day will bring a challenge new,
Yesterday to be left behind,
The squirrel in the back yard knows,
He will have new nutmegs to find;
The pigeon waking on roof top,
Is confident of daily food,
Like them we should wake up thinking -
Today should be so very good.

Across the ocean
The storm of birds were flying
In strict formation

There is just as much beauty in silence,
As in the sweetest of sweet sounds,
For in wondrous silence wings the mind,
In mystic spheres without bounds;
Incessant dialogues sprouting from talking vain,
Test the patience of the most patient mind,
Sounds and noises and selfish talk,
The sounds of music they all blind;
So amidst the noise and bustle chaotic,
Of chattering people all around,
I like to every now and then escape,
Into a realm without a sound.

The nations in the world
that know better
are unable
to stifle the fever
of countries gasping
under the weather

There is just as much beauty in silence,
As in the sweetest of sweet sounds,
For in wondrous silence wings the mind,
In mystic spheres without bounds;
Incessant dialogues sprouting from talking vain,
Test the patience of the most patient mind,
Sounds and noises and selfish talk,
The sounds of music they all blind;
So amidst the noise and bustle chaotic,
Of chattering people all around,
I like to every now and then escape,
Into a realm without a sound.

Jane would eat five hamburgers for fun
When her usual daily work was done
But she did eat too much
And became fat as such
So she reduced her burgers to none

Gary the ghost was excited,
And with a friend he conspired,
To scare the house host,
But he too was a ghost,
So their little plan backfired.

There was a fierce fighting kangaroo,
Which punched people until they were blue,
Though he was very strong,
He stayed in rain too long,
And now he’s down in the bed with ‘flu.

There was a young girl named Pam,
Who had a liking for ham,
She ate so much,
Was sick as such,
Now she will eat only jam.

Next week will be All Witches' Week,
Sorceresses gather to seek,
The latest various magic spells,
amulets, charms and wishing wells,
Beyond the bewitched dark domain,
And seven days they will remain.

Wild canine species
Howling hard at night's full moon
A touch of horror