I had always wondered why she loved pink so much. Maybe she did not want to let go of that part of her that believed in fairy tales. The part that believed that love was eternal and there was something pure called God. Pink was what she wore at our wedding. Pink was what she wore at every anniversary. Continue reading


For my best friend…

There is so much we leave behind,
The two pigtails and the stories we staple and hide,
The horse full of feathers and the doll with ink on her head,
The dancing moves and pistachios in a bread.
It’s only each other, we find over and over again,
Maybe that’s one thing we get in life’s bargain.
Everything goes away, everything fades,
Yet you are the one I hold close in all this make and break.
Memories of laughter, memories of pain,
Moments keep happening as we move on again,
We too keep changing, we too become different people,
Yet a part of us doesn’t change.
It’s the part that doesn’t change, holds us together,
We are bound by I don’t know what, since we came from different mothers.
It’s your presence in my life that’s like chocolate and wine,
Friend is a small word, all I can say is you are mine.
You are more than you know to be true,
You are more than you can see and comprehend,
You are more than the roots you come from or the fruits you bear,
You are more than you can ever define.

Writing on the wall…

You seem to be lost,
You seem to have gone to another place.
You seem to always live in darkness,
You seem to have abandoned me like everyone else.
I was searching for you in me,
I was searching for me in you,
I may look lost but I am right here,
How can I abandon you when we live in each other?
Why do you turn your face away then?
Why do you not listen when I say things?
I turn away sometimes to read the writing on the wall,
And it only screams your love, over and over again…