where are you my friend?!

it was sometime ago,
when i met you,
you love to tease me
then i make you pay....

it was a wonderful memories
that we both shared...
i miss the fun...those happy days
so sad we have to part ways...

laughing together,
can't stay without messaging each other,
i miss the song,
though we are both out of tune...

i miss the old days,
from sunrise til sunset
we never get tired to share
our dreams, wishes and prayer

but somehow you have to go,
i left where we both grew...
but i know i have the memories
of the wonderful friendship...

that you and i wonderfully built...
things may not be the same anymore
the way they used to be but
i know in our heart we still care...

you'll will always be my one special friend!
you will never be forgotten!

i miss you my friend

They Say

They say it's a Boy
They say when he was born he was pretty.
They say he loved shoes
They say he always were Shoes Then the rumors all changed
They say he hates Shoes
Theysay he likes black
They say he's worthless
They say he won't go back
They say he's nothing
They say he won't change
They say he's the Ghost


Well guess what??!!
What they say is about me.

Trying to Bond, Waiting in peace.

May be u don’t think about me
Or may have forgotten me
But the walls will speak the promises u made
The trees will protect the bond we shared
The birds will sing out the joy you gave…
The serene waters will reflect the spark in your eye
The stars will twinkle out the kisses
And the moon will remain as the symbol of care…
The flowers will spread your fragrance
The gentle breeze will give the warmth of you
While everything around me is full of you,
Everything around you is something else…
I wait in peace… that u will come to me …
With a silent call… a tight hug ….
And a promising promise …..
To continue the everlasting bond…."
(not the way u now think either...)
i love me and pat myself......
i hate me and slap myself....
i flirt with me .... i just insult me.....
(And still not a psych either)....

Moon Shy

Dark clouds racing across the sky.
True love began to fly.
In a love nest so dry.

The sky has gone from blue to gray.
The sun tried to peek through.
But the only sunshine in the room today,
Was my friend you.

The day turned into a night so crisp and cold.
A million stars dotted the sky.
On my sweetheart and I they did spy.
While the moon seemed shy.

Harmony in Humanity

Part of what I love so much about writing, and in fact the very mission of this blog, is the ability to connect with and relate to others through shared stories. The written word is such a powerful, viral way to reach others. By sharing our stories, we invite others inside our own worlds and us inside theirs. We have built a unique bond, sometimes with an individual we’ve never even met in person, that is both strong and genuine. In a world where there is far too much disconnectedness, aggression and animosity, communication and sharing our unique yet often universal personal tales truly ties us together. Though the world is composed of people of different genders, a variety of colors, religious beliefs, sexual orientations, values and goals, one thing unites us: we are all humans, sharing a journey through life. Our stories and our paths may not be exactly the same, but we are all moving along together, learning, laughing, mourning, growing, healing, loving, being. When we share our tales with others, we find commonalities between us that we may never have realized, or been exposed otherwise. Despite our best efforts to deny it, we as humans are each much more alike than we think. Beyond being the main goal of my writing, this is also my mission in life: share bits and pieces of my innermost self in effort to connect with others (and in the process, I have found I can’t help but become more self-aware and understanding of me as well).

So, as you might expect, I love when readers reach out to tell me they related to a blog I posted or article I wrote. In a way, this makes me feel more complete, and as though I’m fulfilling my life’s purpose. By the same token, I can also appreciate when people do not share my viewpoints, or relate to a tale I’ve expressed. After all, the beauty of life also lies in our differences.

If you have the inkling to connect too, I urge you to write. Even if it’s just in your own personal notebook. Connecting with oneself is equally, if not the MOST, important. The eye-opening journey toward self-awareness and acceptance is the first (and crucial) step toward connecting with and accepting others. This is important, as I am learning through my own inner and outer journeys; there is real harmony in humanity.