Somewhere in a deserted land
Shivering in white velvety winter jacket..
Resembling the snow
Stands a kind hearted angel
A wonderful gift that god sent
Looking like a lovely snow queen

Her skin pink and white…
Amazingly sparkle while the sun hides  
Walking miles in silky white landscape
Surrounds
**.. **.. **.. Santa Rina is around…

Her heart so true and pure
Genuinely protecting all
From the evil eyes, dreadful creatures
and dark demons
With her presence I know

I'm never alone.
I open her present..
A glass horse miniature..
Thank you Santa Rina…
You have beautiful soul inside....

Belated Cousin my Younger Cake gives
Forgive my Busy Bee to Greet you well
Since both we in Tune to the Yorker's, lives
Are what a few Dollars which I can sell
Now, how was your Day? Special as it seems
That the Early History our Links blur
Perhaps I was Young to sort out the Reams
Forgetting that Paper, Pink would occur
Overall, such a Worry-Wart I am
To think that you have Stones in my Basket
Realising that our Blood's Strength it can
Revive my Love's Story in your Pocket.
Greatly wish, Manang, my missed Uncle bears
Take his Candle; And put it in your hair.

Jy was my maaitjie,
Vol lewe, vol praatjie...
Jy en jou “ninnie”
Nou is jy nie meer hier nie
Behalwe in my hart…

Lieflike sommers dag,
Julle swem en lag,
In huis toe om te eet,
Scrambled eggs, of het jy al vergeet?

Jy gaan buitentoe, klaar geëet,
Swembad oop – ons het vergeet.
Na ‘n ruk soek Rina jou,
Hol buitentoe, sy het onthou…

En daar lê jy, die water koud,
Mietie spring in, jou pols is oud.
Boet is vinnig, bel hospitaal,
Maar Rina is koud, Rina is vaal…
Want liewe Jesus het haar baba seuntjie kom haal.

Ek pyn nogsteeds 10 jaar later,
My maaitjie, Jy – onder die water.
Familie kind, die helder liggie
Dof skyn nou jou gesiggie –
Behalwe in my hart…

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

last night i almost
gave up thinking of bronzy brazilian girls
perspiring pure coconut oil, eau de margherita ;
supermodelas eating my dreams like concord grapes, lionesses
lounging on new york balconies, lithe, reading céline.
(esti ginzburg, on the phone, considers another pomeranian) .
almost stopped.
almost derailed strange vogue-like fantasme of irina shayk, standing legs planted
left knee out-****** and foot
in ebony heel, cocked against the earth.
set being imitation of gloomy coal mine, east of prague. thin arms firmly controlling the
arc of her pickaxe, clothed in leather, high heels;
sheen of sweat holding her feline body in sweet embrace.
imagining that when shift's end buzzer echoes thru the tunnels she smokes a cigarette
on a bench in the women's locker, apple planted on old planking, elbows on her knees.
cover-alls peeled
down to her waist and her hair,
free at last.
(click)
on the tram back into the city all the smoked glass
cartier storefronts pass by like polaroids held in the hand. the same speed.
giggling, 'rina thinks of the six she could place
along her arm; gilt gold, brushed silver, diamant...

there are 11 smoked belmonts by the back steps; i did
little with the night. (tall shadow of a woman in a black dress and my mouth
a cotton ball)
that is to say:
i did almost give up thinking about bronzy braz ilia     g rls ,
-
but i didn't/and so there's nothing else.

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"

Standing strong...
a white candle...
slowly ...bending and falling..
It melts as it burns

With tears and sweats
Painful... but tireless...
countless efforts
to light others
so they'll shine bright
and make someone proud
so they'll live to shine
another life .. and lift them up
and make them shine
and be strong again..

Live to shine others
"A candle loses nothing
by lighting another candle"

By Rina..

Women like
the skyscraper
He's cultured
so dapper
And on paper how
we perceive things
it goes along
way too print

His hands showing
nakedly walks of hints
He's up to stunts
Whose the one to blame
What credibility made
you want an
old flame
Or to write like you
never danced
  nakedly before

Feeling lost after the glow
graveyard shift hours slow
Her body like the naked
breeze air show

Ever Sunday brunch
Was divinity like
Velvet

Naked but it
never shines
In Philadelphia
The College boy
Alpha he loved Rina
Moaning for Lisa

Those Scholarships
And his lady
Left stains on his
white collar
Business trips
The fantasy-scape
Like the ship of her
naked tip nail's
Going to the
****** Islands sail

He got the writer
all roped into him
Like her poem was
his script let it arrive
with him

And their words
Were like no other trip
Admiration another naked
talk vacation
But in reality, they weren't
naked to be fantasied
To contemplate is
this really
Our time for fate
The temptation is
always there
Like the cross leg road
He's the intersection
My mind is inside all
his fragments

To meet our perception
Like a writer's block
Goes a long way
to anyone
Reaction
The kiss lipstick color beyond naked
Fit so well French Connection
Language goes beyond
anyone that is naked
Salacious, Delicious,
Ambitious, Notorious
Amourous, naked generous
Without being naked
Delirious
Golden naked mounds
He groans and it's
quite normal
to be yourself and growl
like Wolf or a Fox
She's the Triscuit
He loves his Southern
tasting biscuits
He puts his suit on
Dash of pepper
and salt

Are the stars at fault
Over his shoulder
He wraps her around
She felt a freeze
Wanting to hear the
naked truth
She was his cherry
He played his basketball dunk
Her naked cream
The naked writer
in between got drunk

Her leg crosses and
He's the tie being
crossed she was in
her flip flops
The writer kept her heart
of his message with
cute pups
Well the naked writer
received An unusual box
and she was naked LOL

After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses.

Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra.

“I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra.

Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne

Hoy ikaw ! Oo ikaw!
Ikaw na walang alam,
Ikaw na walang pakiramdam
Makinig ka! May sasabihin ako
Sana pakinggan mo kasi minsan lang 'to
Minsan lang ako gagawa ng isang tula,
na alay sa isang tulad mo.

Magsisimula ako sa umpisa
Sa mga panahong wala pa akong gaanong nadarama
Noong unang beses kitang nakilala
At unang beses ko ring nakita,
Kung paano ngumiti ang iyong mga mata
At kung paano ito kumislap
tulad ng mga tala Sa umaga
Idagdag mo pa yung magandang kurba ng iyong mga labi
At matamis **** mga ngiti
Na kay sarap pagmasdan
Na kay sarap titigan
Nung mga oras na yun,
Parang ayaw na kitang tigilan
Pero hindi. Saglit lang.
Ano to?
Uulit na naman ako sa isang siklo ng katangahan?
Hindi! Ayoko nang masaktan.
Ayoko nang masaktan ng paulit ulit
Pagod na kong makaranas ng sakit
At syempre,matitinding inggit
Kaya pinili kong itigil ang lahat
At pigilan ang nararamdaman
Nagtagumpay ako nung una
Pero kinalaunan?
nagpatuloy pa rin ang baliw kong puso
Kaya nga kapag nakikita ka na, puso'y napapalukso
Hinihiling na sana tumigil ang oras,
Para nanjan ka lang.
Pagkat ikaw lang ang tanging  lunas
Sa puso kong matinding lungkot ang dinaranas
Hinilhiling na sana wag ka nang lumisan pa
Dito ka lang sa harap ko.
Yun bang tititigan hanggang kelan ko gusto?
Pagmamasdan ang bawat paglabas nung dimples mo
Hihintaying kahit minsan,mapatingin ka rina pwesto ko
At kahit saglit, mapansin mo ako.
At alam mo ba?
Nagkaroon din ako ng dahilan sa pagpasok ng maaga
Hiahabol ko kasi yung pagkakataong makasabay kita sa pila
Syempre para ako yung unang makakita sayo
Sa ganung paraan feel ko nakalamang ako
Alam kong hindi pwede at walang pag - asa
Kaya sige. Hahayaan na kita sa kanila
Tahimik na lang kitang pagmamasdan mula sa malayo
At papanoorin ang magandang mga ngiti mo.
Sana dumating yung araw na hindi lang laging ikaw yung aking nakikita
Mula sa malayong lugar na pinagtatanawan ko sayo.
Alam kong matatapos din ang pantasyang ito.
Sana lang dumating agad yung panahon na yun.

I have words
Thousands of them
Dancing on my head
Bumping into one another
Clashing while they spin
Making fantastic rhythms
Composing splendid puns
and poems and songs

Wonderfully,
Rich alphabets created
great lines, proverbs, metaphors and imagery
storing them neatly in my brain...
waiting to explode...

Why then...
  Am I still hiding my golden pen?
Hoping one day..
The chapters will start penning...
Wishing one day ...
We'd read from INTRO till THE END....
Holding satin handkerchief in one hand
Disguising big smile with tiny tears falling...
Gone the hot burning light of the oil lamp....

By Rina...

Drowning in the world of lies
Truth hurts they say
Sweet are the lies told...
Pretending to be safe and sound
Hiding, disguising in the world of hypocrisy
When truth always hurt..
Lies can be sweet...
When is a lie ever so sweet?

By Rina

In a castle of dream everybody dreams
of  diamonds and pearls
of sheer happiness....
tears are shed and hidden within...
a silent scream... shout and cry...

Everything looks real in a castle of dream...
we only wake up the next day
to find out the ugliness of reality...
and to decide whether to believe in golds...
and we choose whats best
to suit our life...
do we really have to choose after all?
..Still we go far away from the reality..
and become inauthentic in life ..
for a second.. lets live in our luxurious dream
in the comfort of the  satin smooth linen
and feel the dazzling excitement..
even if it is only
just for a moment of ecstasy...

By Rina..

i like the way he stutters when he gives his presentation
nitrogen is the 7th element he says, then warms up a smile
and shies away

i like the way he sits back down, giving a sigh and another grin to me
you did a great job i say, he shakes his head, and whispers,
barely

i like the way he looks at me when i'm drawing
he laughs and says it could be better
but i tell him this is the best

i like the way he opens the door for me
there's a crowd behind my back
but he leaves it
and it slams into their faces
oops he grins

i like the way he texts me good morning with a smiley and two hearts
exactly at 6:55am everyday
and so i text him back approximately five minutes after
with three hearts and a good morning

i like the way he drives his car
we're on a date
my treat this time he says to me
it's a date? i ask and he nods slowly, not hiding his smile

i like the way he asks me to be his girlfriend
it's kinda formal and it makes me laugh
but i say yes because i've been waiting
* so so * long

i like the way we spend our one year anniversary together...
it's quite not like the others
we eat cake and give chocolate to his neighbor
you're generous he smiles, and i shake my head

i don't quite like the way he doesn't text me at 6:55am
it's strange
it's abnormal
and i don't like it at all
he doesn't say anything to me.

not a single word

i don't like the way we don't eat lunch together anymore
something's changing
something's wrong

i don't like the way i tell him we're over
i don't want to do it
but i think it's the best

i don't like the way he shrugs and says
it's time anyways
he says it in the voice where someone will say
it's time to sleep, honey

i don't like the way avery, my dear friend
tells me you did a great job
barely i think, but outside i thank her

i don't like the way rina, my best best friend
tells me he's not the best for you
and i tell her honestly he is the best

i don't like the way this ended
but i do like the way it started
and let me tell you something
honestly-

i don't like the way
i still love him.

Been searching high
Been searching low
Where is the light?
Will there be an end ?
Been crawling in sheer darkness
an agony... bleeding hard in every steps
an endless journey
of a painful life struggle...
yesterdays... today... tomorrows..
Does it really matter anymore?
You lost yourself in the middle
You lost yourself in between..
You are lost...

Losing hopes is easy...
Giving up... bury yourself ... disappear at once..
but... have you forgotten his existence?
HE... who is the most kind...
HE who listens to all your grievances
and HE sees... your pain
even when you are not thinking of him...
even when you are no longer believing...

and HE gives his hands...
and HE gives you the light..
and ends your misery...
SMILE...
there is the brightest light after all...
at the end of this painful crawls
in a complete darkness of this tunnel...
You've finally found yourself...

by Rina...

Kamau Brathwaite wrote
That "the hurricane doesn't roar in pentameters"
And I really believed it could be true
That Caribbean hurricanes had their own cadences, their own dances :
Ida was reggae, Allen was merengue Brigitte was gwoka
David was cha cha cha and Edith was kadans rampa and Dorian calypso
All dactyls hatched instead of iambic pentameters
Out of each island Zeus 's head
Until i met the still eye of Hurricane Muse.

Muse was her nickname
Her real name was Shar
Named after shark and share and shear
and sharon,
Named after a calypso rose
Fearless except for lizards, a rose of  tiny thorns
With a taste of a stormy black coffee
Born to a dragon of Jade and a   white *** tigress
In the midst of the 1961
hurricane season.
Shar has the S of Sébastien Sally Sam Shary Sean and Sara
The H of Humberto Hanna Henri Hermine Harold and Hélène
The A of Andrea Arthur Ana Alex Arlene and Alberto
And the R of  Rebecca René Rose Richard Rina and Rafael
And she dances not only calypso
And quadrille and zouk
But a mix as well of Salsa Hustle Affranchi and Reggae
In iambic pentameters
While she gently paints fearless green lizards
Having her five iambs of coffee
First thing in the unstressed and stressed morning
Before she even opens the syllables of her still Muse eye.

Do you still remember?
The lovely fragrance from this garden of mine...
Have you forgotten?
That I always...
keep the doors of my garden ever open for you..

You never came and caressed a flower
These colorful flowers I saved for you...
You must be afraid of my shadows falling on you
Still my love does not hinder me...
from planting another rose...
...and another rose...
the red, the yellow and the blue...
all fresh in the morning dew..
and waiting for you...

By Rina

What is the best description of you?
I've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank you?
I've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You say you've lost the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
You say you've lost the right words to use

What is the best description of me?
You will re find the words to describe
What is the best way to thank me?
Well just use the words in your heart

Rina and Joe

If I needed you
Would you come to me,
And hug me?
And say you'd always be here for me?

If I needed you
Would you come to me,
And ease my pain?
And whisper words of love again?

If I needed you
Would you ever try to come at all?
And risk your life?
For ever loving me?

If you needed me
I would come to you
Would never hesitate...
Would never contemplate..

I'd swim the seas
I'd cross the rivers
I'd climb the mountains
I'd sail the ships
I'd travel the miles
Just to make sure you are allright..
Just to make sure I'd ease your pain
Just to make sure we'd survive..
this risky love once again...

By Rina...