The throaty croaks of the after-rain frogs,
Hidden in the damp dark garden,
Calling and answering one to other,
While a few creatures silently listen,
The water drops linger on dampened leaves,
And the night crickets add their say,
In some fireflies' lights they glisten,
A finishing touch after a rainy day.

It is four in an autumn morning,
I sit in the dark by the window,
Just watching the sleeping world below.

Nearby high-rise flats stand tall and black,
A few corridor lights bristling bright,
Do the trees and bushes sleep at night?

A soothing silence does scent the air,
The lamp-lit roads all quiet and bare,
I'm really happy to sit and stare.

I know for myself just what I need,
Are ten minutes of quiet and peace,
And then my mind will be back at ease.

I long to be up in the clouds,
To float upon their peaceful shrouds,
To dwell amongst the dewdrops cool
Dozing in their feathery wool,
Where raindrops gain their early life
Ere their growing earthward dive;

I long to be on mountains high,
Where ice-cold breezes gently sigh,
Where the snow flakes soft and gentle
Spread their friendly snow-white mantle;
Where darting rabbits shake their fur
And lazy mountain kittens purr;

I long to be where angels fly,
Where lanterns light the deep dark sky,
Where rainbows spread their kingly hues
And heavenly spheres leave mystic views;
To gaze on beauty no world has known
To wean such joys no world has sown.

If only I could really find,
A simple way to leave the cares behind
And be amongst Her trees and flowers
Where time is all of pleasant hours,
I would take you there so we would be
Just two of us, just you and me!

Do know that we are not the same,
We grew up in different ways,
But if we feel for each other,
We can live out all our days.

He was never afraid,
To walk the daily paths alone,
He followed what he thought was right,
For his life was his very own.
Of course he could succeed,
Or he could very well just fall,
But he was keenly satisfied,
To overcome alone each wall.
So he was not afraid,
To be different from all the rest,
He knew that all he had to do,
Was for always to do his best.

We cannot always expect others  
to think or do like how we would do,  
for what 's correct thinking for oneself  
may not be the same for others too.  

Often we're puzzled why a person,  
Has wrong thoughts or does a certain act,  
but then, the behaviour that is wrong,  
for whom is it really incorrect?  

Our thinking is the total sum,  
Everything that we have ever learnt,  
but not all people learn the same things,  
so some souls survive while some get burnt.  

Be tolerant of variations.  
Be thoughtful and kind to one and all,  
So  we don't overstress ourselves,  
Until we hear our final call.

Sunlight through the leaves of trees,
Shining streams of golden rays,
A lovely tropical scene,
Promises of sunlight ways.

Each light stream was dynamic,
Aglow with aspirations,
Like children's smiles of brightness,
Spreading varied emotions.

If sunlight could be bottled,
And shared with everyone,
We will all have sunlight days,
Even times when there are none.