Not so wonderful the world today
For madness has surely come to stay

Goodness no longer is in the store
Evil slowly kicked it out the door

Intelligence seems so hard to find
Stupidity often close behind

World wars linger always on the brink
Closer than what we would want to think

No matter what all religions teach
Love and Peace are always out of reach

A little sauce upon the fish,
A dash of chilly on that dish,
A sprinkle of pepper in the soup,
Gives us all a better food.

A little kindness on our part,
A dash of feeling in our heart,
A sprinkle of love until the end,
Makes us all a better friend.

I am trapped in a bowl of glass,
Waiting for days and nights to pass,
Water is not really enough,
My daily life is truly tough,
I can only swim up and down,
Or sideways like a little clown,
Doomed to stay in this bowl am I,
Freedom is only when I die

Three men on camels
Following the brightest star
Baby is somewhere

Enjoy life to the fullest
Set some thoughts for tomorrow
Then live out the rest today

I am the prettiest of them all.

More colours than the rainbows have I,
With a myriad of designs on my wings,
Four of them for me to flit and fly,
From flowers to flowers and natured things.

I was not born beautiful at dawn,
A crawling caterpillar was my start,
But like ugly duckling and the swan,
I was transformed into a piece of art.

I am the prettiest of them all.

If the seers do know and do really see,  
Our lives in stars, our lives to be,  
Then surely we would really like to know,  
Which roads and pathways in life to follow;
But if everything that is true were told,  
And we then know the destinies we hold,
Would we be much happier and more sane,
Or would we find our lives more profane?
Perhaps in life we need some darkness still,  
To balance our minds and hearts and will?

So bedtime we go off to sleep,
And enter a strange world of mists,
Earthly logic as we know it,
Fades away, no longer exists.

When a night dream gets too heavy,
With the nightmare we cannot fight,
We will wake up with pounding hearts,
Sweating or trembling in the night.

But then there's fleeting beauty too,
Like green gardens and hills so free,
Good memories of long ago,
How dreaming minds would like to see.

So does another world awaits,
When our earthly lives are done,
Do we live again forever,
Or our lives we have but one?

Hot summer days here
Light cotton clothing to wear
Ice cream or iced tea

I called out your name
when the wind came by
so it would catch it
and carry it away
across the oceans
to you

One day
when you feel the wind
listen to it until
you can hear your name
for that will be me
calling out to you

Inwardly by yourself,
You have to live your life,
No one can live it for you,
Not even husband or wife,

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and moody sky,  
We can reason with carefree minds,  
It’s Nature’s way to shout and cry!

I am falling all over here and there,  
To my delight I see the people run,  
Everyone is scurrying everywhere,  
And I am really having so much fun.

A lady is frantically searching  
For something to cover her pretty head,  
While a man under a ledge is ducking,  
And a young chap is racing home instead.  

The cars around are switching on their lights,  
And households rush to close their cleaned windows,
When I do perform, these are common sights,
Though many drenched people don’t like my shows;

Because many people try to escape in vain,  
Though I wet everyone, I’m just a playful rain.

I saw the colours one rainy day,
Just after the showers had all gone,
The seven were brilliant, freshly formed,
Above in the skyway where they shone;
The Rainbow stayed for just a short while,
Before it slowly began to fade,
And I was struck with the calm and peace,
Grateful for what sun and rain had made.

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.

Tender creature in the cold,
Snugly small and black and bold,
No warm refuge have you found,
Perched five feet above the ground,
Snowflakes are still floating down,
Do I see you with a frown?
I should have some crumbs for you,
If I’d known I’d see you too,
But If you will come with me,
In a nice warm cage you’ll be.

Golden lights in the window panes,
And in the lanterns on the street,
The sidewalks shine a mystic glow,
Lovely where strolling fairies meet

Not a venue for human eyes,
The fairies’ walk we’ll never see,
It exists in a far-off place,
It’s hidden well from you and me.

Let’s go to 5 Beat
Restaurant on 7th Street
After 5 we’ll meet

In summer when the sun burns hotter
Than flames in the fireplace,
Do you feel the blazing heat?

And when winter snow bites colder
Than ice cubes in the fridge,
Do you shiver and turn blue?

Do you feel the heat and cold
Strong and steady that you are,
With your leaves so bright and bold?

He struggled very hard
To catch up with yesterday
But Time was paying him no heed
It wouldn't stop and It wouldn't stay

He has lost his hours
Never can he get them back
Time just keeps moving on ahead
It has no patience with those who slack

Just hold tight my hand,
And we'll walk this precious land,
Always together.

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls
Across the vast and darkened sky,  
Some people feel with fearful minds,
Some spirits fighting way up high.  

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and greyish sky,  
Some people think with pensive minds,  
Gods are angry but know not why.  

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and moody sky,  
We can reason with carefree minds,  
It’s Nature’s way to shout and cry!  

So whatever the answer is,
We should relax and be at ease.

Right across the sky
Awesome electric sparklers
Don't stand under trees

I shine my light to warn seafarers,
of all the rocks and reefs around,
And if they don’t heed my warning,
they will for the ocean floor be bound.

It is a long and tiring job,
because I cannot sleep all night,
I’ve got to warn all ships nearby,
to be on guard, hence my flashing light.

Snow-white and very elegant am I,
Whether on land or floating on a lake,
I attract a lot of curious tourists,
A second look of me they always take.

Though I resemble a huge question mark,
Like distant cousins the goose and the duck,
I am however much more beautiful,
And of course that is more than just good luck.

My diet consists of roots, algae and plants,
Insects and worms I do not like one bit,
And as you can see from my appearance,
What I consume do keep me super fit.

Appearances in places of worship,
When thoughts and behavior differ in mind,
Recital of prayers are meaningless,
The deaf will easily befriend the blind.

Summer is bright and sunny,
Its days are long and hot,
Gaiety and festa fill the air,
Cold days it hasn’t got.

Autumn days are really nice,  
They’re neither hot nor cold,
Life outdoors is simply pleasant,
Amongst the trees of gold.

Winter though is cold and grey,
A warm sun may appear,
Winter snow is very pretty,
Though sidewalks disappear.

Spring is cool and sun is warm,
Flowered scents fill the air,
Animals awake, birds return,
Freshness is everywhere.

So each season weaves its charm,
Casting its spell on earth,
In varied ways it spreads its joys,
Since its time of birth.

Faith alone is not enough,
Some actions are needed too,
Hope is also just as tough,
Since it sticks to Faith like glue.

When temper is held in check,
Fights and quarrels lose pretext
Peace and harmony remain intact

A word, a thousand,
Ten thousand words,
Cannot describe
The ailing in the heart,
But if you have felt
Sadness before,
You know the pain
That Sadness can impart.

Winging into the sunset sky,
Into the clouds above the sea,
To a distant island somewhere,
The birds know where they have to be.

A daily sunset instinct flight,
In flocks of twelve or more,
The next day they will be back,
To their home on Malaccan shore.

So many worldly millionaires,  
More cars and yachts they have to buy,
Their moral ties they sacrifice,   
Are not truly happy when they die.  

They chase after material things,
Many follow a lifestyle wild,
To have real happiness in life,
Take the example from the child.  

He’s not corrupted with money,
He’s happy with a little toy,  
He doesn’t need expensive things,  
His simplicity brings him joy,  

We should live with what we really need,
And just forget about our greed.

Looking upwards one sunny day,
I saw white clouds in the sky,
They were bright and cotton soft,
Drifting slowly, just passing by.

The clouds were really graceful,
Changing slightly here and there,
I found them ever so peaceful,
As they sailed along without a care.

Their beauty made me think of you,
I wondered if you were serene,
As the clouds that were gliding by,
My love, I wondered how you’ve been.

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.

When depressing thoughts strike us,
Pulling us in a downward spiral,
The whirlpool of sadness engulfs all,
And unless we start to fight back,
We will slowly but surely fall.

So we have to switch our minds,
From negative to positive,
Think of happy moments we've had in life,
Focus fully on all the good events,
whether they be one, or three or five;

Think of all the poor out there,
Those without families, without work,
without future, without love,
without  a cent in pocket,
then thank our lucky stars above.

I have so many hobbies,
So much fun with various things,
And have to divide my time,
For the joy each hobby brings;
Maybe I have too many,
I think I'm a hobby nut,
But the problem arises,
I don't know which ones to cut.

It is plainly annoying,
When thinking is entangled
In the cobwebs of the mind,
For thoughts that are muddled up,
Are so unpleasant too I find.

See how pigeons and parrots walk,
Strutting around without a care,
Just like their fellow humans do.
With one foot here the other there.

It is a joy that we can all connect,
Exchanging thoughts in fact and fantasy,
And we can remind the world to react,
With Understanding, Love and Empathy

They all know I will never let them down,
Women love me, and in turn I love them,
I make sure with me they will never frown,
‘cos to all women I’m a precious gem.

Many female hearts melt at sight of me,
And most wives all over adore me too,
Since such a cool seducer I can be,
Most men will select me their brides to woo.

I can really be a large, dazzling stone,
Or maybe just a tiny sparkling bit,
But no matter what form when I’m alone,
I will always be a favourite hit.

For I am a star that is never tame,
So now I tell you, diamond is my name.

Shining pearl in sky
Dreamers’ and lovers’ delight
Please don’t go away

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 really wish I could sing,
Like some TV starry bloke,
I’d tried  many, many times,
But all I can do is croak,

There is one thing I do well,
That will give you some goose bumps,
When I have to travel far,
You’d admire all my jumps.

On so many moonless nights,
With a star above as friend,
I let my thoughts to wander,
Reflections that never end.

Slowly, intensely, silently,
I allowed myself be drawn,
To where I knew for sure,
Dreams and fantasies are born.

They were all inside my mind,
All my feelings old and new,
I often kept them all alone,
And I always thought of you.

We would be sad without the sun,
We need its light to get things done,
If it were always dark,
We can’t play in the park,
And we would miss out so much fun.