Maldives reformed - thanks to you know who

Pink to the National defence

Maldivian president on Boris Yeltsin's death

"Thank GOD he did not die in Maldives, these days anyone dies opposition will make you belive that i did it"

A letter to William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Henley Street
Stratford-Upon-Avon

CV37 6QW
Stratford
United Kingdom

23 April 1666

Dear William,

I write these lines to thee, hoping thou shall smile wherever thou lodgest. It is not a sonnet nor a play but a ‘Labor of Love’

Together

Unlike “Romeo and Juliet”, our story is not written by a poet. there is no playwright to script us. It is us, together, who write our own story. Read and thou shall see.

We have traveled around the sun five times, hand in hand; a journey of more than two billion miles. Throughout this phenomenal journey we stayed beside each other, a breathtaking feeling, and an unparalleled conquest even by “Julius Cesar” standards.

As thou hath said “The course of true love never did run smooth”; one of us an Aquarius, the other a Libran, but we feel complete together, just as if we were forged from the same patch of heaven. Even when we differ, we have a secret understanding that we will mend all in a split second. We are not perfect in many ways, but that is something we indulge in.

We ride no silver horse, but a grey stead, that sounds more like a cannon, but we care not, for we can hear heart to heart. We have our own yellow butterfly; it is not one, but probably many; to remind us, that against all odds we are together, in our own “Alexandria”.

Some days we have only a few, but each and everyday, we have each other for all eternity. “All’s well that ends well”.


I will end these lines here, for I have my other half waiting. I can feel her whisper in my ear - where “art thou Romeo”


Yours Sincerely

thooth fairy visits little Pink

Death by silence

Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow.

Whodunit is not the right question, since we all seems to know who!
The question you need to be asking is who should take the responsibility?

Parents or the royal guards?
Creator or the supreme-Ruler?
All of us, or the silent opposition?
Fate or the failing Friday laws?

Spoiler warning : do not read beyond this, if you prefer silence.

Whodunit? We might forever be asking.
But responsibility falls on all of us, for not doing what we could, when we could.

Invitation , what the ....!!!

3 nights back i saw this invitation card, in a photocopy store.

Now we are circumcised, come and enjoy the fun

Time: 8:30
Venue: only in Maldives, you can organize this kind of a fun.

Divine Roadmap to Democratic Reform

Tyranny-eh-Soru

The One

adiós

La lunático, he is not here,
He is stoned to the bones, somewhere.
He is taking his hazy trips
Round and round the hot "aa chaa" sun
One more shot, and he is off the ground.
"It is fair for me" though

La lunático, he is not here,
He is found floating, somehow.
He is so much lighter than the rest,
Up, up and above, across the cold sea
One more slash, and he be off for ever.
"It is fair for me" though


La lunático, he is no more here,
He is on the sacrificial grounds, somewhere.
He is hurried off to another world.
Promised land of 70 lovers and honey streams
One more lash, and he be off the hook for eternity.
"It is fair for me" though

Miracles

Let there be light and Fire
Angles and demons.
Let there be moons and suns
Stars and spaces.
Let there be day and night
Hot and cold.
Let there be earth and sky
Water and stones.
Let there be man and crimes
Heaven and hell.
Let there be pleasure and guilt
Wrong and right.
Let there be Moses and Mohamed
David and Solomon.
Let there be love and hate
Miracles and magic.
Let there be peace and war
Dove and swords.
Let there be everything else
Just let me be

Hello, Hello

I am sitting in a quite corner
Completely enclosed in my own thoughts,
Dark secrets that I burden myself with
So weary of all things around me and you
So weary of the facts that age all around us

I am sitting here for a reason,
That I do not know or can share
Waiting for the voices from the one I no see
Who says I am aware of all things around me
Who says, that I have to wait more and more

I was shocked to hear, noting out of nothing

A Fleeting moment

We never seem to have the bits and pieces to keep us happy, and strangely enough we think all others have what we don’t have to make us happy.

"Happiness is measured with a personal scale, and is a passing moment." pink April 12th 2007

Do you really need?

A steel monument for me, and a concrete high-rise garden
Streams of endless channels to choose from

A Bluetooth device in my hand, and a fast titanium car
Streams of endless cafes to choose from

A Brand name around my neck, and a mega pixel vision
Streets of endless peroxide hairdo to choose from

Do you really need?

Where are we ?

a tiny bit closer.