My Lovely, Cosy Lady Chamber.

A lovely pair of curtains with white laces
Delicate pink flowers printed on light vanila sheers
A sweet loveseat with comfortable arms
Classic pleated skirts, silk cushions in carnation pink
White coated furniture in the room
A vintage floral table lamp, embossed with light pink rose petals
A classic white piano, with black keys too significant
White ceramic vase by the windows, still unoccupied by now

Sweet scent fills the delightful lady chamber
Pulling the curtains to the side, left the windows wide opened
Let the bright sunshine in, with gentle wind
There you came, offering a yellow rose with red tips
Here I am, still doubting whether it is perfect and right
For my plain vase to embrace it gracefully.

We Will Depart Again, Soon.

We will soon depart from each other again
I wonder when could we meet up again
My best friend, I wish you all the best
Don't forget, I am right here for you
And I will always keep you in prayers

This time, things has changed
Neither of us will be here from where we both first met
You will be in Famosa, and the Land of Hornbills for me
Both of us will start with our tertiary level degrees
I wish you all the best in your future undertaking

We exchanged cards on this last date
We wrote words, a reminder, a mindful thought
I remembered when you described yourself as a road
Don't know which way to go
Follow your heart and your dreams
Do not give up on this journey
Never say never, even if it's tough

I had secretly placed a matchbox in your backpack
When you are feeling alone and lost
Use the matches, lit it up
I hope it may aid you in getting help
Or guide you out.

How Can I Help You?

Listen to me, my dear friend
You are under stress
Out of nowhere, into the darkness
You hide yourself, never come out
Of the pit, the deadly black hole

I could see you being fearful
The hectic past, the uprising emotional torture
You reject further critics
You make your stand on every subject matter
All these are to cover your timid nature

I wish I could help you
As I could not bear to see you
Being fierce, when being intruded
Having sharp ends all over the body, like a porcupine
No one hurts you now
Just open your heart, let it go

Listen to me, my dear friend
Do not speak negativity over everything
Think of the worst
Only to generate greater positive outcomes
Do not lean towards terrible thoughts
That makes you hate everything
Yet making excuses for yourself

When you fall
I would love to help you up
But you refuses me to
How can I tell you
Beside standing up to walk immediately
You may just crawl over?

Listen To Them, The Life Travellers.

I would love to hear stories
The histories, the past experiences
The pain, the dark side
From others
Behind all smiles
There are sorrows engulfing the mind
Through trial and error
They gain from nostalgic pain

I would love to listen from them
The elders, the life travelers
Their acquaintances
What they had gone through
Who they had blend in with
Why they are them
These are meaningful parables
That open my eyes to the world

Never look down on anyone
Everyone has a different story
Yet to be told
To tolerate others in life
Be patient, listen close to them
Misunderstand is a deadly thing
To grow in maturity
Never complain, never stumble on others
Never to be afraid to take the first step

Learning from others
It might not be practical always
For my life
But it will be so inspiring
For me to grow in wisdom.

This is Not A Fairytale.

Once upon a time
A lovely princess who owns everything
Living in a beautiful palace
She gets everything easily
Does not have to strive hard
For whatever she desires
"Earning" is never a difficult task

Soon, her palace came under attack
The enemy seized power to rule the world
Like a glass, spontaneously break
Her world shattered into pieces
Colors in her life dimmed
As everyone starts to blame on her birth

There are no dream, no hope
Only a dark pitch of grieve
She starts to hide away her vulnerability
Bricks after bricks, she stays on guard
Locking up her own fragile heart
She prepares herself to be a warrior of her own

Met an elf with a deep blue eyes
He gave her a forest to protect others
He never helps her, instead
He makes allowance for her to learn
On her own, by solving issues
She learns to be a ruler

This is not a fairytale
This might be the end of her world
These words she keeps in mind
To grow in maturity
To grow in strength

The princess takes courage now
To face the world again
To defeat the enemies
She know there will be a miracle
Bound to happen
When Sun shines through the tree tops.

Rejection.

Lost in the middle of nowhere
I find myself trembling
My footsteps are heavy
My hands are cold
Everywhere seems to be an illusion
A gateway, a door to a brighter place
I do not know which way to go

Give me a sign, Lord
Show me the right door
Lead me to the right path
I see gloominess with fallen leaves
There is no damp ground
Cracked, famine-dried nature pavement
Nothing is left with me
My pockets are filled with sand
I dress like a beggar

Is this the end of the world?
Am I able to gain a second chance?
Feeling empty inside
I let myself down again
No confidence, no strength to lift my head up
Alone in the midst of strong hasting wind
I need to find a good riddance of the worst

Doors are never open always
It is good to be closed once in a while
By then, I will get ready
Be completely amazed
With a whole new world behind that door
Opened doors never surprise me.
All I need now, is the right key
Just have to make sure now what world I would like to see
And this is the only way to encourage myself
To overcome rejection in life.

Never Cherish.

Conflicts at work
Push me too hard to the edge
My boss is dominating, dictating
My colleagues keep matters to themselves
Without confidence standing in this battle field
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

Indulge in negative emotions
I cried and sound devastated on the line to him
Never the first time, I cut the conversation again
Used to his tenderness and care
I ignore his numerous phone calls after
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

Meet up with him after work
I throw tantrums on him, release tensions
He just kindly ask what happened
Give me presents, a few drawings of me
Saying there will be more for me
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

His two older pretty cousins come up to him
Asking him out for a chat
I wait alone for him at his house
Share religious views with his relatives
Complain about my working life to a friend
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

He come back with his cousins
They look sulky, shifting their eyes at me
I know they must have told him something
Holding his hands tight, walk with him back to work
Pestering him with suspicions and questions
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

He give me answers finally
I want a break up, he speak out
Heartbreaking, I cry and yell at him
Why didn't you break up with me earlier
When I haven't love you this much
I always know there is one person being there for me
I just barely cherish him.

I missed how he looked at me in the eyes
I wish to get his phone calls again
I never told him I love his drawings of me
I loved the way he held my hands tightly
Staying with me no matter how his family rejected me
I always knew there is one person being there for me
I just never cherish him.