Follow me far, far away, in search
Of a mystic wonderland sublime,
We'll find the map of ancient design,
Lost through the ages of our time;

The map is used in the spirit world,
By goblins, elves, gnomes and fairies too,
With a dozen fantastic places,
Where human beings haven't a clue;

Grinning griffins, cantering centaurs,
Laughing leprechauns, dancing dragons,
Hippogriffs, unicorns, imps and all,
We'll find them in the magic gardens;

Does this dauntless dimension exist?
It sometimes appears in our dreams,
We have to translate the secret signs,
And follow the shining silvered streams.

It is a blend of here and there,
Nowhere and everywhere,
People, events and places,
A merger of familiar and strange faces,
A world distinct from the one we're in,
No heaven or hell, purity or sin,
Facts are distorted into fantasy,
A combination of myth and reality,
Where death does not exist,
A surreal kind of life will persist
And the dream world will then be gone,
When we wake from sleep at dawn.

Snow Fox, white as snow
Watching giant Polar Bear
Hoping for some fish

I remember when we were kids,  
On new year there would be a cake,  
Dad had bought from the bakery,  
For the new year to celebrate.

It was round and really lovely,  
Fully covered with icing white,  
There were tiny edible pearls,  
And sugared flowers on the side.  

So new year’s morning for breakfast,  
We excitedly gathered near,  
The cake with its decoration
Wishing us a “Happy New Year”.

Little Monkey was mischievous,
like his other monkey friends,
he liked to throw things around,
from the tree top or on the ground

He would throw fruits at the dog,
which barked and growled in vain,
and threw more fruits at the cat,
which mewed and hissed and spat

The elderly monkeys did nothing,
to teach him right from wrong,
they thought it was a fun thing to do,
and they joined him and threw things too

If you have some free time,
You can come with me,
I’ll take you to a tiny glen,
Behind an aging tree.

We will follow a stream,
Hidden in a valley,
And we can find the little men,
If we are really lucky.

‘Tis said they don’t exist,
That it’s a fairy tale,
But I have really seen them,
They are fast and small and pale.

So when the time is right,
You can come with me,
And we will go to Elfin land,
Behind an aging tree.

Falling from a height
Crystal clear and sparkling bright
No swimming below

On this cold, silent winter’s night,
I looked and saw a lonely star,
Shining fiercely with all its might,
It seemed to call to me from far.

It seemed to read my inmost thoughts,
I wished that it would help me find,
All the answers to the problems,
So vexing in my troubled mind.

Then reality beckoned me,
And the star that was shining bright,
For all its celestial beauty,
Could not care was I wrong or right.

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

So sad will be the days
when people don’t write letters
with pen and paper anymore

The beauty of hand-written words
and uniqueness of style in script
will be eroded to the core

The warmth and human closeness
of letters scripted by the hand
will slowly cease to exist

For they will be replaced
by the uncaring coldness
of set types of the computing beast

Knights doing battle
Body parts and limbs fly off
Ground is turning red

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.

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.

It is really strong
Everything is blown away
I’m chasing my hat

It was the morning after
A long and snowy night,
I looked outside the window,
And beheld a wondrous sight.

The world was still and silent,
Not a human soul in sight,
No bird was flying, nothing stirred,
All just silently white.

Rooftops, trees and gardens all,
Layered with snow so high,
Cottoned flakes still drifted down,
Softly, gently, from the sky.

Stillness wove its charming spell,
The silence shared its peace,
If all this beauty will survive,
I can pass my days with ease.

I've come from far to save your world,
The green multi-eyed alien said,
We've watched you well for centuries,
When this one ends you'll all be dead

Your atmosphere is poison full,
Your oceans are polluted too,
All your stars will vanish from sight,
Your skies no longer will be blue

You have to take more drastic steps,
To change your very careless ways,
And don't take years to do all that,
Think more in terms of months and days

This warning is for just one time,
Because I won't be back again,
If you don't do just what I say,
All your regrets will be in vain.

Flower stalk in beak
Bird of love and bird of peace
A world wide symbol

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

A poem is never perfect,
Just like everything,
The poet has to check,
Check and counter- check,
It needs constant editing.

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.

Creativity
Individual expression
It’s everywhere

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

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

We are only drops of water,  
In an endless and mighty sea,  
So we shouldn’t think ourselves,
To be greater than he or she.  

In a vast and endless desert,
We’re only tiny grains of sand,
So we better know for always,
We are all equal in this land.

Nature surrounds us with lasting beauty,
If we will open our eyes to see,
It fills the air with soothing music clear,
If we will adjust our ears to hear,
It helps us live with comfort, joy and ease,
If we will only try to live in peace.

Some of us only walk at night,
Right from the day we saw the light,
We grew up in a puzzling maze,
And blundered around in a haze,
This through no fault of our own,
The rightful seeds were never sown,
With luck we'll find the exit door,
Before we fall flat on the floor.

With sleek widespread wings
White gulls skim over the sea
The fish are hiding

Never was it this way before,
Spreading news in daily’s store,
Telling the truth was duty’s call,
News were gladly shared by all.

Today the scene is very changed,
Many news are now deranged,
For lies have joined the info game,
News reports are not the same.

All the news that are fed to us,
We just cannot fully trust,
The breaking news for goodness’ sake,
We don’t know if true or fake.

Wars will never end,
Mistrust reigns everywhere,
Simple folks just die.

Cold crisp air, wet winter snow,
Whiteness sits on leaves and trees,
In fields, gardens, country sides,  
No birds, butterflies or bees;

Snowflakes change to crunchy ice,
Evanescence everywhere,
Nature waved its wondrous wand,  
With an awesome actor's flair.

I saw him sitting on the shelf,
A little cheeky ten-inch elf,
He saw me and he smiled,
He was a little mild,
And then he disappeared himself.

We must accept that not all of us,
Will always completely agree,
For we are all different and unique.
We are not all parts of the same old tree.
We may sometimes be criticised,
In many thoughts and actions that we do,
But all the decisions that we make,
In our own minds should be true.

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.

Green leaves turning brown
Trees discarding their old clothes
Lots of leaves to rake

She is very sad
She was feeling sad for months
Her loved ones all gone

In Fantasyland where Elves and Fairies dwell,
The Good Witch once did cast her Magic Spell,
To shield the Little Folks from human eyes,
Human presence warned by the blue owl's cries;
A gentle mystic mist surrounds the land,
And time is kept by chiming bells at hand,
Rainbow-walks and bright-lit amber lanterns,
Flowered gardens amidst crystal fountains,
With Nature's sounds and music ever there,
Beauty can be found almost everywhere;
To find the place first find the Wishing Well,
Then you can find where Elves and Fairies dwell.

This morning after I woke up,
In the room mirror I did see,
What looked like a fuzzy stranger,
Staring back intently at me.
He copied all my expressions,
Doing exactly what I did,
I frowned, he frowned, I smiled, he smiled,
So very much like me indeed.

Animals will die
When mega disasters strike
Microbes will survive

Tremors all around
Huge cracks open everywhere
Landscapes change again

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

We often expect others
to do as we do,
and think as we think,
so we can be comfortable;
But are our expectations real?

Do we expect a lot from others
in the way they think,
in the way they perform,
while we ourselves are slacking
in performances and thoughts?

Just as we expect from others,
They also expect from us;
So let us not hasten
to seek perfection in others,
so we can be comfortable.

Subtle washing of the brain,
unlike its laundry counterpart,
does proceed with patience and slowness,
to invisibly change the mind and heart;
In minutes or an hour,
The laundromat will be all done,
but sophisticated brain washing,
takes a longer time to finish its run.

Five points orange red
Scrambling smoothly on sea bed
A star in the sea

Wars will never end,
Mistrust reigns everywhere,
Simple folks just die.

The night is moonless
The usual stars are on strike
Homes look much safer

Birds and insects can fly so well,
Animals and humans cannot,
Flying is a physical act,
Wings for humans Nature forgot.
There is another way to fly
And mental process is the game,
With an abundance of Knowledge,
Our minds can fly all the same.

From the very moment we are born,  
Until the time that we shall be gone,  
Obliged are we to follow the pace,
Of Good versus Evil in their race.  
So we came and saw the signs of light,  
Growing up, we learnt of day and night,
Suppressing the good in us, we’ll find,
Evil takes us in the twilight mind.

By the banyan trees late at night,
Come with me for a moonlight walk,
To a secret flowered garden,
Where night owls do their midnight talk;

I’ll take you to a sacred place,
Wherein a nightingale was born,
And keeping our voices down,
We’ll hear his lovely evening song;

There by silver-watered fountains,
Enclosed by purple-white daisies,
On special nights when stars are bright,
We can see the moonlight fairies.

Deleting errors is something we can do,
If we will have the patience to see things through,
For often thinking and doing things offhand,
Will throw us headfirst into disaster land,
So better to plan for all that we construct,
Then moods will remain happy and not corrupt.