I have gotten into the habit of writing poems every week, and if I feel like it, a few a day. To me, it is a fun activity – an exploration of life and experiences, and sometimes the telling of fictitious stories, through an artful play of words. When I feel like it, I like to toy around with the number of syllables in each line, and mash up the rhyming schemes.
I was delighted when EASTLIT – the Journal of English Literature, East and South East Asia, selected three of my poems to be included in the December 2015 issue. This is the second time EASTLIT has published my poems. The first was in the August 2015 issue.

The three poems selected were The Happiness Within, Dance of the Sea and In Between. I have copied them from the journal and shared them with you below.
The Happiness Within & Other Poems
by Khor Hui Min
The Happiness Within
Happiness; ‘tis an age-old pursuit
Humanity’s constant search
Would you rather refute?
Looking, high as the bird’s perch
How much for happiness?
Per chance a billion or two?
How much for completeness?
To make one whole; goodbye woe?
What does it take?
Conquer the highest mountain?
Swim to the abyss of a lake?
Drink from eternal youth’s fountain?
Who can bequeath it?
A father or mother?
The best mate; perfect fit?
Or why does one bother?
Happiness; ‘tis not a void
To be filled and quenched
A gaping hollow; fixed by Freud
Or a deal to be clinched
Happiness comes from within
From the heart and soul; enduring
Fulfilment sprouts from therein
Life enriched; love encompassing
Dance of the Sea
A marvel of beauty and grace
In a garment of liquid lace
Expressive pirouettes; unfaltering
Enraptured in melody; pleasing
Existing only for the moment
In an intoxicating sea of movement
Living only to dance; shrouded in song
Where muses and sirens belong
Rhythmic figures of the deep
The ensemble that never sleeps
In Between
In between
Slumber and wakefulness
In between
Consciousness and unconsciousness
In between
Brightness and shadow
In between
Light and dark
In between
Sight and imagination
Was it there?
Or was it a dream?
Can we see beyond
Our limitations?
Or are we forever rooted
To the confines of our mind?

