I wept as I walked down the aisle
My heart was throbbing in severe pain
A bouquet of roses in my shivering  hands
I felt like a zombie in a wedding dress

My dad, dashing in tuxedo
Smiling proudly as he gave my hand
To this total stranger...
A wealthy entrepreneur  ...
His type of son in law
Very little information that I knew about

Marriage was not something that i planned
Marriage was something that arranged in my culture
My So called Happiness was set before me
Just needed me to say I Do
Love marriage is something impossible
Falling in love?
Yet another taboo

I cried oh I cried
I wanted to see the world
I have so much to do
Places to visit
People to meet
Happiness is what I sought for
On my own  

Yes the diamond ring
i was tempted to wear
Wasn't so sure should
I tie the knot.
Should i travel the universe

I hated what I did
But I was not regretting either
Sorry daddy
What a big disappointment
today...
Once again...
I had to be a runaway bride...

gimme a hug,
the only antidote to my lonely heart
gimme a hug
the true and effervescent manner of cometh see
gimme a hug
the way to everlasting love
gimme a hug
the fervent route to unblemish happiness
gimme a hug
and i'll forever engrave you on my mind

She wears Prada from head to toe
All eyes on her when she steps in..
She...
breathtakingly a beautiful goddess
She...
Femininely revealing ....
Provocatively showing...
Her Silky white flesh hidden and revealed...
Is it the dress?
No..
Is it the face?
No
Its the body
No
Is it the *** appeal?
No and Yes I guess
So help to define **** please....

**** is not always beautiful
Being beautiful is ****...
**** in your eyes
Pretty ugly in mine
**** is hard to define
isn't it?

What a simple hug
could mean to a child
as young as I minute year old..
Perhaps could never be described..

crying out loud for the first time
going through the horror at labor..
scared and cold... almost freezing
unfamiliar sounds of the outside world
could be so terrifying
could be so threatening...
mommy's hug could mean so much
for this tiny bundle of joy...
the sense of security...
the power of love in those hugs..

and a hug could erase the fear
from a child going to school for the first time...
mommy's warm hug, daddy's sweet kiss
and the teacher's welcome hug..
the feeling of being safe and secure...
lies in the warmest honest hug...

for a lover far apart...
a hug could simply mean...
I hope you live in my arms forever..
perhaps it could also define
your world is here...

the feeling of emptiness, loneliness
fear, stress, worry, doubts...
can simply be vanished
simply by hugging one another
the strong love ties
translated by those sweet hugs...

Something forbidden is temptation
A challenge to belief
A test of faith
Something forbidden is exciting
Succumb to greed
Fall for the bait of ***** thoughts
Something forbidden is sweet
a question of needs and wants
A greater temptation,
Surrender to cruel evil surrounds
Lured by the power of his temptation
who'll only destroy your faith...
Making you agrees to the forbidden seas...
Tangled in each waves of deceits
in your conscience
guilty still....
but you fail to self-guard your burning heart
and soul...
convinced by greed and crude desires..
this devil called temptation...is never tiring
seducing and tempting...never stopping
caught in the web of forbidden lust...
Tempted...  at last...

When things are down
And you are out of your mind
Remember just remember
Allah is The Kind.

When your life is in darkness
And nothing is right
Remember just remember
Through the darkness,
Allah is The Light.

When nothing makes sense
And your heading for demise
Remember just remember
It doesn't make sense,
but Allah is The Wise.

When times are troubled
And no one seems to care
Remember just remember
Allah won't hurt you,
He is The Fair.

When your heart is breaking
And your pain makes you fall
Remember just remember
Allah Sees it all.

When you are weak
And the road seems long
Remember just remember
Seek strength from The Strong.

When life is a burden
And everything is unstable
Remember just remember
Allah is The Able.

When the way is cloudy
And there is no one by your side
Remember just remember
Allah is The Only Guide.

When no one wants to listen
Or is willing to lend an ear
Remember just remember
Allah is always ready to hear.

When you are poor and penniless
And you are stuck in a niche
Remember just remember
Allah is The Rich.

When you are down in your misery
And there is nowhere to run
Remember just remember
You can always run to The One.

And when your scars are hurting
And your heart is in fear
Remember just remember
Allah is really here.

My mobile screams
Its Taylor Swift " I wished it was me"
Wake up folks its 6 am
Let's face another hectic day
Another day of terror and challenge
Unlike the good old days
when life was even simpler
when mobiles were  not a necessity
but communication still exists
in close knit families
Life was even greater
When smartphones and computers
were gadgets of the future
Still relationships went on smooth and happier
Life was even lovelier
when Apples and Blackberries
were merely fruits
for juices and desserts.
but still we need to strive
to face another day
in this concrete jungle
and adapt our life....

Her crowning glory
Perfect smooth curls,
Dance and sway in the sweet breeze,
Attracting attention,
Seducing unapologetic ally

If you have Allah,
you have everything you desire
If you don't have Allah,
nothing you desire
will make you happy,
nothing...
Trust your beloved...
His love is sufficient for you...
Allah is enough for you and me...

I promised my PATI.. a chapati for breakfast
A plain chapati I passionately learnt to make
Oh.. What an impression I will make...
A marvelous chapati and a glass of milk
I will prepare with all my heart..
A SUPERB Chapati from a BIWI to her PATI..

I am a BAHU.... an obedient BAHU...to my SASU MAA..
Ohh and she will brag ... I am the best BAHU...
The best in India if not in the world...
I am so proud... What a chapati maker I am..
A super BIWI.. an obedient BAHU...
I will make superbb.... chapati...
The whole India will dance with me...
Dance in my kitchen with me....

But my SASUR requested for a Masala Chapati
And he wanted it for lunch... today
for dinner tonight and for breakfast tomorrow..
An obedient Bahu... I am.... A super Biwi I am..
Ohhh ...I am no MASALA CHAPATI maker...
Plain chapati... plain chapati thats what i learnt...

I searched for a recipe... MASALA CHAPATi...
Butter,Chilli and coriander powder..
I cook them all together...
Cumin seeds, vegetablas and GARAM MASALA..
Ohh la la la.... here goes the chapati masala...

Oppss... when everything is set..
My SALI comes to check....
AMMI JI.... AMMI JI... she called..
My MASALA CHAPATI is about to ready...

My pati.. my sasu maa... my sasur and my Sali
We all sit together..
My cooking smells good..
When MASALA CHAPATI is served....
They all smile and look at me...
WHAT?? IS THIS MASALA CHAPATI????
And we all dance on the kitchen floor....

Life is like cupcakes and pizza,
sometimes even when you think
you've done it correctly
with perfect measurement,
accurate technique...
Still sometimes it turns out to be hard and bad..
Then you'd realize
its not about the perfect ingredients
or the correct methods after all...
its all coming from your heart...
Your sincerity in doing things
and making and living your life..
So that it'll be as soft and sweet
as your cupcakes
and as delicious as your mouth waterin pepperoni pizza..

Could you choose a better time to be with the one you love
The blue sky and the new days sun shining up above
He holds you close as he gazes into your eyes...
In his eyes reflected the glory of love
Try to read what puzzles he has on his mind
when his eyes are fixed into yours
forgetting the time to get moving with chores
May it be sunset may it be sunrise..
too drunk with his love to realize...
Yes you both sit and watch the rising sun,
his hand clasped in yours
You wouldn’t have it any other way or any other time
As you both grow old  and life begins to fade
Will always remember the sunrise on this lovely day...

It has been raining all night long..
As I was singing sad love songs..
Look at the sky so dark and gloomy..
The air is damp and raw and lazy..

Looking out from my window..
The streets were wet and sloppy
and the rain came slowly and doggedly down,
as if it had not even the spirit to pour.
That exactly how i feel tonight..
Sad, emotionless, empty and lonely..

I pray for a little bit of sunshine...
Will there be a little light at the end?
Will warmth once more fill my heart
Banish sadness from my soul
Bring new joy after long wet days
A new life, new start for what has yet to come

Begone dark clouds of sadness
Begone wet cold begone
Welcome to this brand new life
Welcome a new beginning
Although the rain has played it part
The sun will warm the living

The storm has left my aching heart
No more sorrow no more pain
Dark clouds have been lifted from my mind
By sunshine after rain

****** me not
with your **** pair of eyes
****** me not
with your gentle charming smile
****** me not
with your heavenly lip
You need not fool me
That you are not even real
You need not fool me
That you are not even trying...
By just standing there
looking godly...
you've bared it all...

Baahon Mein Bharke Meri Jaanejaan
By filliing you in your arms Oh! my love

De Doon Tujhe Main Dil Ka Jahaan
I give you the world of my heart

Har Lamha Tera Hi Khayaal Hai
every moment I think of you

Tere Bina Hai Raahat Kahaan
Without you my mind is uneasy

(Banda Tujh Pe Qurbaan Hai
Iss Baat Se Tu Anjaan Hai) - 2
I love you so much but you
don't seem to know that

Sach Kehta Hoon ...Main Jhoot
I say the truth...and If I lie

Kahoon Toh Kahoon Toh Marr Jaaon
I shall die

as obedient as my cat
who waits for me at the door
and jumps to kiss my tired feet
from a hectic long day
standing at lecture rooms

as obedient as my cat
who climbs excitedly on my bed
and licks my feet again
at the break of dawn..
just to inform me..
"wake up silly lady...
Its time for a morning prayer"

as obedient as my Harry
who sits next to the praying mat
and patiently observes
and waits till a prayer is done..

What a sweet way  to start a fresh new day...
with an obedient four legged son called Harry
who is loyal and cute in his
own sweet way....

I was torn between the worlds of a dream
and the awakened life
Tonight... I feel torn.. I am torn apart..
why does it have to be this way?
torn apart by time and space why?

Thiis isn't how it was meant to be when our hearts became entwined
we could not foretell that this thing was to be

Torn apart like a photo ripped in two,
one half being me and the other being you

I don't know why fate has dealt this hand
I only know the way I feel the pain thats in my mind

I see your tears inside my head
but can't kiss them away, I feel so helpless
Please give me a choice,
Please give me hope to survive
Struggling for a life
Struggling for a future
It was never clear
It was to be torn apart….

Your eyes never shine anymore,
your smiles are fading away..
All hopes are broken apart..
All joy is broken from the core.

Once I had you in my arms but you were torn away
Once I had you in my arms but we were torn apart

Very often I heard them say
Wedding bliss is short term, temporary
Honeymoon over and here comes the reality
Ohh really? A wedding bliss has a date expiry?

When you agreed to make that wedding vow
Relationship is sealed, the bonds of matrimony
To love to live with someone for eternity
Tell me in which line of the wedding vow
… did you ever say, TEMPORARY?

Lifetime commitment is never that easy…
Our Love travels sometimes in a smooth journey
Sometimes love puts us into a rough situation
A twist of love and life… of loyalty and commitment
sometimes the test is tough… almost unimaginable…
so we Hurt each other till we bleed inside
we are clever but we sometimes act like fool

Searching for perfection in imperfection
No relationship is perfect, we both knew
But still we hurt and leave the scars open…
Wedding bliss never let it be temporary…

Upon your eyes there is the man… there is the woman
Sometime ago he/she was the one who drove you so crazy
Who stole your nights and days talking sweet nonsense…
Who put a smile on your face
till you vowed not to cry again

Let this wedding bliss be forever…
If we should take that vow we made once again…
Let us do…
Despite of everything that we’ve gone through
Good or bad,
The bliss is there… surrounds us..
Till death do us part
We are here to stay in a blissful marriage…
Wedding bliss is forever…
By Rina

A private jet to Paris
Selfie at Eiffel tower
Catwalk on a runway
Pose for a magazine
Celebrate with caviar
Jet lag... eyes closed
Snoring on the bed
A happening dream
Sweet success starts
         with
first... a dream.

2 cups of atta flour
mix it with a cup of lukewarm water
add a pinch of salt
Ready to knead the dough
Knead it soft, knead it hard
Throw it on the air
Roll it on the table
Rest it for sometime
While you check on your curry
Perfect TENGGIRI fish curry
Put it in microwave, Nuke it
the aroma fills the air...
Smells good... salive drops oppss...
Heat the pan now dear
8 chapati all together fresh in a bowl
one by one roll it well
make it really round
a little bit of ghee, hmm... smells like heaven
my daughter waits with a plate in her hand
one chapati ready,
two chapati ready,
three chapati ready,
Mummy I leave the plate on the table now
I want to switch on the tv
My daughter comes back
all three chapati are stolen...
She screams out loud
WHO STOLE MY CHAPATI?????
And the chapati war begins.....

My beautiful little Princess
I wonder as I am...
Watching you sleep in the silent night
What travels in the mind of a sleeping child?

There’s a smile at the corner of your lips
Are you having a sweet dream?
Are you playing with angels in heaven?
Are you dancing barefooted in the garden of angels?

If I could I beat the time…
And travel back through the time tunnel
I wish to be born again
To be a sleeping child just like you

If I should trade my life
To be that sleeping child again
I would….
Sleep my little princess
Sleep peacefully through the night..

Perfect skin….
Fair complexion that glows with a hint of pink
Flawless, perfect skin…
that undulant white skin
What an expensive soft and supple skin
Luxurious ****** and skin treatment…
At expensive spa somewhere...
Her skin so fair…
Worth of a stare…

in between my eyes
my pointed nose
sniffs nothing but you...
alcoholic unpleasant breaths...

Alcoholic visions
sigh across screens
as language blurs
Talking nothing but nonsense

***** vision violently
soaks rough atmosphere,
heads explode, chaotic manners

Alcoholic dreams
travels around the globe
in similar destinations..
the filthy old bars...

The sweetest red wine
soon sours and rot
under an icy glare.

a shot of *****
allows sanity to sharpen
it's dainty claws
feasting on thoughts

How is alcohol good?

Reminisce..... Childhood days..

Remember when we were young?
Played all day out in the sun so gay
Happy kids we were… ***** or ugly
Ohh!!! The way we looked?
Not a bit we care, we didn’t care…

Were out in the monsoon rains, were out in the storms…
No Sophisticated playgrounds were built,
No expensive toys were bought…
Did we mind? We played in the drains…
We made our own toys from scratch..
We built our own playground in the field..

God protected us… kept us saved from evils and hates..
Childhood was extremely the best years of our entire years…
The best memory ever…
Our childhood days….

He brings you candy
Your heart is melt
He portrays all good
Your soul is deceived

Arent you all aware?
Whenever he is around
The devil inside him
Hidden in white silky suits
All Praises and false promises
A mask of love , hidden agenda

To deceive your very soul
He sits and he waits
To devour you whole
Till You sell your soul

A wolf in sheep's clothing
The purest and the white
Covering all the filth
And the evils underneath

He sweet talks and seek
Whom he may devour
Symphatize not, emphatic may be?
But mostly to realize
The blood and power

Dont you want to know
The truth of this mask?
A wolf in sheep's clothing
The father of all sin

God is always fair and he always listens
Sins will be exposed , now or in the future
Then you all will see
Who is the real wolf in sheep's clothing...

Your sweetness blooms
Even on days when it gloom
This flower we protect most
and hold her to our hearts so close
Young lady, my daughter
you are stronger than anything life throws your way.
Take care of each petals of this flower
and preserve its fragrance,
keep blooming and shine your way...
my precious daughter we love you most....

Chasing the rainbow
Where it starts
Where it ends
Like a dreamer...
I chase the rainbow

Chasing the rainbow
Vibrant colors in the sky
pretty and gay
the colors of rainbow
so bright.. shiny and wonderful...
the colors of life...

Chasing the rainbow
Sometimes it gives me hope
Like a promise...
unfulfilled...
Like  a journey...
neverending..

Chasing the rainbow
Sometimes its too exciting...
All the beautiful things..
I see only in dreams...

Chasing the rainbow
hate the sunlight
My rainbow dissappears...
My dream scatters...
Like a life falling apart...

Forgive yourself
For the things you've done
For the things you would do
For the things you have not done..
Things that you were not so proud of...

If only by forgiving yourself
by forgiving others
You'd find your inner peace again
help you release your deep rooted pain
bitterness and your worries all the same

Then Forgive...
free your cluttering heart and mind
Forgive and let go..
Forgive your darkest past
and move on...

Try to Forgive..
sit still and enjoy this moment..
the stillness of your soul..
cleansed and rejuvenated
Forgiven soul..

They say Ruffle Top!
the in thing nowadays..
Hurriedly you went for shopping
A pink Ruffle top..
gorgeous indeed..
splendid effect as you put it on...
but oppss...
do you look slimmer or larger?
as it hangs off of the widest parts of you
and all the slimmer parts are hidden
a fashion prey once again
fall to be victim of girly cuteness!

When I was little
often I watched my mom in the kitchen
working till late night
kitchen was her cocoon
kitchen was her heaven
I had to pretend to be sick
to take her out from there
Once I caught her sobbing
at the kitchen sink
as a child I asked her so innocently
"Did daddy make you cry"
No darling she said
She smiled and continued with dishes..
and left me with the question WHY?
Years later..
and today I am a mother myself
The tragedy in mom's kitchen still haunting my life
watching my mom crying in her kitchen
was not a good picture,
not a good memory as a child
not at all.....
The kitchen was her castle
In the warmth of her kitchen
she made miracles…she created magic upon magic
splendid recipes... superb dishes
feeding her loved ones... with love
but Today I realized  how my mother
released herself and that could have made her survive
By working so hard in the kitchen
By often hiding her despairs and sorrows
Her kitchen was her secret hiding place
every time she was hurt...
when the world treated her so unfairly
In the comfort of her Kitchen
She consoled herself....
How did I realize this after so many many years?
today for the very first time
I cried myself at the kitchen sink
In my very own cozy kitchen
over a pile of dinner plates ,
almost breaking a glass
so afraid to lose control...
but my kitchen is heaven that saves me...
as my tears are falling over the bubbles in the sink
How I came to understand my mother's feelings...
by standing there in the kitchen...
remisniscing... and..
breathing this life
feeling this life
experiencing with life
living with life....
as long as mothers are alive
they live their life
to share the laughter and joy
of their husband and children
to endure the pain and sorrows
but hide them once in a while....
in mom's heavenly kitchen

Miss India is back...
To bring happiness from those gloomy days and nights...
When everyone enjoys the royal feast
Their faces beam of sheer delight..
Ohh... what a wonderful Diwali night...
When the newly crowned Miss India returns...
from months of touring all over the world
Home sweet home at last...
On this special Diwali night
She is here with her loved ones on this night

Tonight
Look up at the sky....
What can you see?
Arent those crackers and sparklers up the sky?
So shining sparks the night
All because Miss India is here on Diwali night...

What is love really?
Easy to say.. but hard to prove..
You uttered the magic word of love recently..
Hard isn’t it? Where is the love? to prove..

Regretting?
A promise made is a promise kept..
Love is not a game to play
you love within two minutes of a quick exchanges
Think…. it isn’t love please accept…
Infatuation is best described..

You’d realized yourself when the game gets rough…
making excuses decided to end the play…
you are busy now, meeting today, business trip tomorrow..
love is not too blind, stop the act and end the play..
just end the play…

Instant love, instant affection
Instant break-up, no more attention..
Wake up all… from wild imagination
Better be real let your head rule your emotion

Little Red Riding Hood
a name given to thee
loved helping her mom with chores
and one day  to run  an errand for her
Put on her red hood ,
a basket in her hand
and off she went into the  familiar woods
while Picking up berries she heard a roar
Quickly she ran to her granny's door
Poor granny was on her bed
Amused...  Red Riding Hood quickly came closer and said
Suspiciously....
"What a big pair of eyes you have grandma"
"What a big nose you have grandma"
"What a big pair of ears you have grandma"
"What a furry big thing you are grandma"
But grandma was too sick to answer...
Her suspicion  grew stronger
It wasn't her grandma lying on the bed
Pretended to be sick but salivating for her crazily
Her breathing was heavy,
her howling could almost be heard
What a tricky big beast!
Carefully she took her bow and arrow from her basket
and shot her cunning wolf granny in the heart
Hurriedly she  opened the closet
Granny was safe , granny was still alive
Little Red Riding Hood hugged and kissed her
and thanked her real granny
for the archery lessons she gave her...
sharpened her mind
shooting her target
saving a life
saved her granny's life

My **** freezer is getting old
her heart is no longer cold
Placed it next to my magic oven
Hopes she'll get some motivation...

My **** freezer was once very gorgeous
Stood tall in the kitchen, It really looked fabulous
made food and drinks tastier and delicious
This freezer so cool, prettier than Miss Universe

Put some fridge magnets on its door
That doesn't make her looks pretty anymore
But judge a beauty not from the outer layer
True Beauty comes from your heart underneath
despite your age  young or old...
Your beauty shines.... shines from within

Now I am having a dilemma..
my hot and **** freezer as old as my grandma
She is not so hot anymore
She is not so cold either...
but she remains to stay in here
Until the day to decide I should no longer need her....

Pathetic life
Been used the entire life
Night and day
By old and young
Male or female
Servant to all
Even at the fanciest washroom
Seduced and Thrown away by all

Will you hold my hand
And stay true to me ?

Will you still talk to me..
When words I utter….
no longer make sense….

To say I love you is a painful effort
I am tired, this disease is killing me softly
I will not live long in this world..
Will you extent your hands to me?

What if I am no longer the queen whom you worship?
Will you still hold my hand?
Will you walk with me along the road of life..
When I am no longer able to stand tall
Will you hold my hands for me?

Will I still be your princess?
If the gowns can’t fit no longer…
The mirror wont reflect me no more..
Not a beautiful string of hairs to comb…
Will you still keep your castle for me?

Will you whisper sweet words to my ears…
When my ears can no longer hear?

Will you still embrace me.. want me..
When I can no longer feel…

Can you stand my numbness?
My dullness? My clumsiness?

Will you still look at me..
If what you see is a piece of worn out artwork….
Which is no longer precious…

Do you still need me.
If the kisses are tasteless..
If the hugs are cold..
If the future is bleak….

Do you still need me..
when my visions are blurry…
… and you need to see for me?

Will you still hold my hand..
To walk to the beaches..
To the romantic theatres…
To all the places in the world….
Will you carry me..
When my feet are too weak to walk?

Will you?

when I cant hardly breathe my last breath….
Will you still hold my hand?

Will you hold my hands?

Chapati

Hot chapati,
Cold Chapati,
Soft Chapati
Hard Chapati,
Delicious Chapati
Bad chapati
Alia makes her own chapati.....
She burns it a little at the side
Never mind ... Chapati War ends here....
"MUJHE ROTI PASAND HAI"

I listen to the sound of the wind that blows
The soft breeze touching gently on my cheeks
As I am sitting on a rock near a sea
the sounds of the breaking waves
fantastic rhythm of music ever
sitting here away from the hustle and bustle
of the city life,
no alarm clock is needed here
no urgency to rush for chores
quiet evening... soon will be sunset
watching the birds flying home
the ships are sailing far away
The fishermen  are coming home
The dolphins are waving GOOD BYE
and the trees are swaying to the left and right
and bowing to say thank you
for the appreciation of a tranquility day.

Juliet looks at her watch
feeling bored,  Mrs Saad please stop blabbering
Juliet glances at her friends
ah cmon, stop pretending writing notes
Juliet stares at the whiteboard
The alphabets are dancing
The sentences jumbled up
Juliet looks again at her watch
convinced Mrs Saad would never stop
Juliet peeps between Steve and Chris
there is Romeo looking so serious
concentrating in Literature class
Romeo is the most outstanding
His art is most envied
Now Juliet feels ashamed
To win Romeo, she should at least
try to write a stanza of poem
role play a scene from Shakespeare
and write a script for a play...
who would notice her enchanting beauty
In Mrs Saad's  literature class
unless she proves the beauty of her brain
in a form of literary texts that convince
and win....

She took a slice of a rice paper
Hold it delicately ... careful not to break it
Expertly placed it on a plate..
Mixed the fresh salad, some noodles and shrimps
Nervously rolled it one by one, though...
All eyes are on her.. All ears are on her
She and her famous Rice paper ...the subject of attention..
... the rolls she promoted..
A traditional cuisine, a local pride
She dipped the rolls in some kind of fish sauce
Shyly she offered the delicacies to us..
We .. the so called “International people” were amused
this tantalizing Vietnamese cuisine..
Specially made in Vietnam.. only in Vietnam..

Rice paper rolls.. repeat the demonstration
Wet it with water..
Choose your favourite fillings... roll it and roll it..
Its done.. Its ready.. its super unique...
Fish sauce.. fish oil and dip one... dip another
one by one.. so sensational taste..
Looking so plain never you doubt the taste
Superdelicious!!
Yummy the Vietnamese Rice paper..
Only in Vietnam..

This evil body was burnt to ashes
Her devilish face forgotten
Her sins never forgiven
Her unwanted spirit shunned
sealed... hidden in a wooden coffin...
in the darkest, creepiest jungle of the dead

someone called her name today
the earth moves shatters the ground
fierce lightning in the darkest sky
thunderous storms shakes the world
She opens her eyes wide..
a loud thunder in her coffin
the evil dead howls...
horrible looking murderous monster
comes to life!
Run! she is on killing spree again!

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SPECIAL AND NICE
I FELT ABOUT MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE
BUT FOR ME AT THE TIME IT WAS BEYOND PRICE
ON FRIDAY WHEN MAMA COOKS HER SPECIAL CHICKEN RICE

CHICKEN AND RICE, CHICKEN AND RICE I SAY
ESPECIALLY ON A FRIDAY ON MOM'S LAUNDRY DAY
MY MOM MADE THE BEST, IN HER OWN SPECIAL WAY
WHEN EVER I AM FEELING I AM CRAVING FOR RICE
I WOULD ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE
TO HAVE MY MAMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE.

Stay home don't go out..
Its the full moon tonight
Can't you hear the howling sounds
from the woods...
and the owls are hooting..
hoot.... hoot... hoot...
What an eerie night
I got goosebumps you see
Its tonight, they say
the night of evils clash...

The fierce looking man entered my home
Taking my baba, my mama,
My life
Continuously kicking, spitting on us..
I hold my brother close,
Whispering God's words
As warplanes return above our heads,
Darkness, light, explosions, destruction, screams, sirens,
One more, ten more, hundred more
Souls taken,
I squeeze tighter,
Continue to whisper
Allah please save us...
with hardship comes ease ,
One day soon,
The new green, white, and black
Will show his face no more;
I will bring home my gold medal
To a Syria free, free, free

Hot chapati,
Cold Chapati,
Soft Chapati
Hard Chapati,
Delicious Chapati
Bad chapati
Rina is trying to learn to make her own chapati.....
She is a fast learner, perhaps she could beat all the women in Hoshiarpur India   ....
Let's find out in her new story...   Coming soon Chapati War in Hoshiarpur....
"MUJHE ROTI PASAND HAI"

Raindrops...
keep falling on my head
Falling in my heart
Soaking wet I am
Inside and out........

Handbags

Fetish for handbags...
The last time I counted
Almost 100 of them
Variety of brand names
LV, Gucci, Hermes, coach, Burberry, Jimmy Choo, Marc Jacobs, Fendi
Ohhh.... you just name them..
Some were bought
Some were given on special events

Proud of the collection, love them all
But closet is full..
Keeping some in the store..
Collecting dust , waiting time to rot
Why not sell them?
Donate the profit to charity, orphanages, old folks etc..
Handbags too many...
Can save lives of many...

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith

(Miley Cyrus, The Climb)