Deep thoughts

I held his hand,
Close to my heart,
Looking into his eyes,
Trying to reach his soul.

Will I still have you,
Next to me this close?
Will you still be there,
Standing by me no matter happens?

I can't find the answers,
Who am I to demand for answers?
Nothing is for sure, guaranteed or reserved,
So why am I assuring everything will be alright?

Time has changed,
So does things and people,
They all change for a reason or two,
Could be anything from past to future.

Who knows for sure?
Maybe I might be gone for good?
Maybe my life would be taken by God?
Maybe someone I held dear leave me soon?

Too many things in my mind,
Makes me fall so deep into thoughts,
My brain worked a little too hard today,
Maybe it's time to let things rest on its own.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Moneyful Life

Money is not everything,
Yet it plays a crucial role in life,
Every decisions require some expences,
Digging into a hole in the pocket everytime.

Life would be heaven,
If you have what you need,
And to have that you need money,
How painful can that fact be?

Money is what everyone need,
The rich gets greedy and wants more,
The poor needs that money for basic needs,
And I want money to pay all my debts.

Hurtful truth kills,
The rich gets richer,
The poor gets poorer,
Money simply is the key.

Maybe money is everything,
With loads of them to throw,
To get people to do it your way,
To win the hearts of people you like.

Ponder upon this,
Rich people get respected,
They received special services,
They get offered a special discount.

Whilst the poor,
They starve to death,
They stray on the streets,
No one wants to near them.

The poor starve,
The rich throw a feast,
The poor stray homeless,
The rich enjoy their luxurious home.

Don't you see?
How unfair life can be?
One family struggles to live,
While another take it for granted.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

My Niece, Siti Marfu'ah

My wonderful niece,
So full of sweet smiles,
So alive with stories to tell,
About school life and everything else.

A perfectionist,
Full of ambitions,
Desires to be the best,
And achieve the biggest.

The memories,
Of my role in her life,
My love for her grows,
As I watched her grow.

My greatest niece,
Is turning ten today!
This precious treasure,
The joy you brought me.

I will protect you,
I will stand by you,
I will be there for you,
I will shower you with love.

She is my niece,
A beautiful girl indeed,
A cute little baby ten years back,
I still see you as the little cute baby.

I love you sweetie pie,
You're always in my mind,
I would give you the sky full of stars,
If only I could I would make you one.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
-Specially dedicated to Siti Marfu'ah Samsul

Take My Hand

You kissed me goodnight,
You hugged me ever so tight,
You whispered your love for me,
You hold me dear with tender love.

Your tender lips kissing mine,
Your body pressed against mine,
Your arms wrapped around me,
Your love spreading inside me.

I can't wait to bear you a child,
A child of our own flesh and blood,
I can't wait for the child to call you dad,
And see your face so full of pride.

The future I have in mind,
Is the one you had for thought,
I believe you are meant for me,
I believe we are a perfect match.

Will you take my hand,
To walk and move on?
Will you hold my hand,
To explore this world?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

A game

The empire whistle,
The captains meet,
Rules and regulations laid,
Flip the coin to see who starts.

She will run to join the team,
Catch up with what she missed,
Recite what the empire's message,
Cheered the team loud and clear as one.

The game starts,
We start the battle,
We put on a fight together,
Together with heads held high.

The whistle was blown,
It's half time already,
We drank plenty of water,
Awaits time to recover.

Should we lose,
We will do fighting,
Should we win,
We will with pride.

It's time to resume,
The game starts all over,
We put in all efforts and energy,
But the truth stings like poison.

We lost the faith,
To carry on the fight,
A mistake we shouldn't,
But we learnt them hard.

I kept on trying,
I became persistent,
Hesitant no more,
I was pushing my limit.

We were about to catch up,
We were about to get even,
But the whistle indicates the end,
Maybe not our day today maybe tomorrow.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

The Spirit

I am losing my game of sport,
I am losing the battle I fought,
I can smell my victory at my lowest,
And I will for I could put on my very best.

I stepped out full of pride,
My heart filled with smiles,
Spirits lifted high in the air,
We had fun though life's not fair.

We put on our gear,
We cheered our team,
And get over all our fear,
To get up all set to get mean.

The atmosphere,
The opponents all set,
The spectators looking on,
And us trying to fit in.

We are babies,
But we didn't cry,
Instead we gathered strength,
We put a tough fight and stay strong.

That's the spirit,
So here's the spirit,
We will keep fighting,
And we will always carry on.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

My Efforts

I tried so hard,
So hard it hurts,
But it didn't matter,
They never could get it.

I am still nobody,
No one knows my name,
My efforts remain unseen,
They are blinded by sweet talks.

Sweet talks that poisons,
They are never genuine,
She do it for the sake of it,
Never out of her willingness.

Her immaturity is her excuse,
I kept my temper and get accused,
The truth is I had enough of this sh!t,
But no one knows for I kept in silence.

This silence no more,
I have to let this out,
The silence killing me,
I can't hold any longer.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts