Drizzle

if you want revenge, apologize….

A house in the mountain areas of Switzerland. The comfortable season of winter. I always like to live in the cold. As soon as I started my studies here, I have been longing to come to a place like this. Why did I come so far to study? I will tell that later. First let me feel the comfort of this beautiful season.

A peaceful valley that is far beyond the sight of your eyes. The trees which were dancing with their freshness and greenery have silently bowed. Even if I can’t see nothing more than three feet due to the heavy fog; I know this place. The pond that lies in between the jetty I’m walking is a page from history. The drizzle and the cold breeze are my witnesses. Even though they can’t speak, it seems like they are asking “Where is he?” “Why does this place feel so deserted?” “Why are you so depressed?”

He was someone who sacrificed for me. How many days did he come after me? That’s a son of my father’s best friend. We traveled together, to different places of the world. He would always be very close to me. It seems like we were friends. But I knew that he looked at me in a different vision. Then I didn’t have any interest at all. I thought he didn’t have any features that I was looking for. In my heart, I believed that I was very gorgeous.

Since school days he was after me. Now I think; I felt contended when I see him from everywhere I go. I felt unintentionally safe when he is present in everywhere I go. Later I got too proud of it – the fact that someone is so crazy about me made me too snobbish. Instead of being thankful for my blessing; I got self-important. I thought that everyone would be that crazy about me. I don’t necessarily have to care about it. When the time comes, even if I close my eyes and hold out my hand – there will be lots of men who will die to hold it.

When we graduated from school, we both went to the same college. Although I knew that he loves me so much, I just pretended that I didn’t know. To tell the truth, I did even take advantage from him. I made him do my home work. While he restlessly was awake, I slept. I partied out with friends, and confessed to my father that I was with him. He helped me in everything. He hid my flaws.

We come here with friends. He also comes as a friend. In every winter we use to go for walks. He was nothing more than a friend. He didn’t complain. He would gaze at my eyes, as if I’m a portrait drawn by a famous artist. He asked for love from these eyes. He looked to see if there was any bit of love which he can get; with hope and patience. How stupid was I? For which fear did I ran away from him? Doesn’t every girl want such an admirer?

His patience went off its limits, when I returned Male’ from my studies. Left alone the acceptance of his love, I didn’t even give him a hint. He didn’t want to spend his whole life for me. Therefore, he simply asked for my love. Though I knew he loved me even before, I took it by surprise. I pretended that I didn’t even hope for it. I gave a cruel answer to him, him being someone who had admired me for his whole life.

“Forget it” I told him. There wasn’t anything he didn’t do for me. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep me happy. In return I just gave two words “Forget it”

Will there be anyone who is more proud than I am? In spite of the blunt reply, he wasn’t angry. He smiled and nodded. And with full of respect he apologized. That was the biggest pain I got. People say, if you want to take revenge from someone, forgive them. If he didn’t forgive that day and instead got angry, I could easily live without him today. My heart melted for that apology he made. That incident happened in an afternoon. Even late that evening, I waited for him to ask me that question again. I didn’t have the courage to accept his love at first. Do think. He asked for my love not knowing the answer that I will give. I knew his answer. But I couldn’t ask. How courageous was he?

He married to someone his parents arranged. Without any complains. When he didn’t have me, everyone he wanted from this world was gone. How am I “so different from others”?

People say. When you see them off your eyes, you lose them from your heart as well. But that didn’t happen to me. Four years have passed since, but still the waves of his memories haunt my heart. It’s still as if it was something that happened just yesterday. I always thought that love was a sweet sweet happiness. Never thought it would be such a deadly poison. He will now be spending his time with his family. Here I am alone here. My eyes wet in his memories. I believe, not everyone is lucky enough to have true love. But am I that unlucky? If love can be bought, there is nothing my parents can’t buy. They want me to be happy. I can’t make them sad. I will try. I will be courageous. What I lost was the love. His memories belong to me. Who doesn’t remember the first love? Oh my love…be happy. Try to think of me in everyday that drizzles.

All Alone

Those intoxicating nights
That relished happiness
The lovely season that came by
Wilted and passed away

That enchanting smile
Those alluring looks
Exquisiteness as of the moon
Vanished from sight

That destination lost
That moonlight invisible
I am here
Left all alone

With endless love
Promised and pledged
Never will the hearts separate
As long as the sun rises and moon shines.

Memories brought tears
Filling the eyes
As all hopes
Gone in astray

Thoughts and wonder
Made me weary
I am here
Left all alone

 

 

She

They say
She is arrogant
She is materialistic
She is dirt

I believe
She is pleasant
She is kind
She is wonderful

Doesn’t matter
If she is a beauty or a beast
If she is my success or failure
If she is my life or death

All that matters is
The growing allure
The wonderful sensation
The true love of a lifetime

100,000 Rufiyaa Proposal

The doorbell rang and I answered the door. There was this face, the face I’ve been seeing for the past two weeks. He handed over the flower bouquet he was holding. I had no intention to take it, but still there wasn’t a choice.

Yes, it consists of all the beautiful flowers that you can buy from a florist. Just the next minute my mobile rang. It was him “So, what do you say?” he demanded. “Well, why are you sending all these flowers to me?” I asked him knowing what he will say next. “I can spend you as much as I want….anyway, are we going?” came the reply I just thought. “No, I can’t” I hesitated. “Yes, you will. And you know what will happen if you don’t…plus look on the brighter side, you are going to get a hell of a money to spend on clothes, lipsticks, fragrances anything…just do it…I’ll call you again late” The line went dead.

I let out a breath of relief. What the hell does he think of himself? Can money buy everything? This selfish, arrogant businessman thinks I’m a business deal? Even if he offers a million dollars I won’t do it. Let alone a hundred thousand rufiyaa. The thoughts filled my mind. But I couldn’t do anything. I need to be nice to him; I need to close the real business deal we are negotiating with. But can I do it, without jeopardizing my ethics, relationship and dignity?

This is a typical scenario of the current Maldivian business tycoons. They take the innocent and naïve girls who visit them to market their products as a product itself. They think they can buy her as well. Not on her will, but on his purpose. They offer huge amounts of money thinking that the hearts of these girls will blend with the paper notes.

How low can a man stoop for lust? The moment their bank statements show a 6 zero figure, they tend to hunt and prey to quench their lust. It’s like they have received their license to hunt.

Although the wealthy believes that everything and anything can be conquered with money, what they don’t realize is – everything in life dissolves. They maybe able to toss coins with two heads and play the game of “Indecent Proposal” or offer a 100,000 rufiyaa just for a smack. Yet, we all accept the fact that whatever comes in goes out as well. Or does a 100,000 rufiyaa can buy a couple of fate cells too?

Love’s

Love’s occurrence
Is not about seconds
Sometimes you were not there
Sometimes I was not there

 

Love’s glory
Is not about seasons
Sometimes you were not there
Sometimes I was not there

 

Love’s helplessness
Is not about pain
Sometimes you were not there
Sometimes I was not there

 

Love’s reminiscences
Is not about time
Sometimes you were not there
Sometimes I was not there

 

Love’s death
Is all about betrayal
You were never there
I was always here

Waiting

Desired you
And will always do
Die I may
But this love will not fade

When I remember you
Tears flow down my eyes
“We will reunion”
They always say

Is this life
Or your story
It’s your story
That is my life

Those words of yours
The acts of love
Vows were lies
Or were those promises lies?

My dear love,
Is this true?
Just tell me so
Requite me for all this waiting

 

 

 

 

Someone Else

You are the love of someone

But someone else wants you

You are the allure of someone

But someone else desires you

 

You are the eyes of someone

But someone else looks at you

You are the life of someone

But someone else understands you

 

You wonder

How you can keep quiet

How you can bear the pain in your heart

How you can express the mere truth

 

That your love is

Just me

And not someone else

Other than me

 

Passion Speaks

 

 

Passion speaks with varied voice

A whisper and a roar

She is mistress of the flesh

Both virgin and a whore

Passion beckons with a kiss

With charms too sultry to resist

Electric tingles, arcs and peaks

It’s merciless

When Passion Speaks

 

 

Passion speaks without a word

Her glance can magnetize

Hypnotize unparallel

Entrapping with her eyes

Passion focuses until

Her victim falls to her strong will

Flashing her name in a neon streaks

You can’t look away when

Passion Speaks

 

 

Passion speaks with able hands

An expert of the touch

Stroking away objections

Her persistence is too much

Passion knows the ties that bind

Bondage of flesh and soul and mind

There’s no point in your silent shrieks

You can’t escape when

Passion Speaks

 

 

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Male’ans Vs. Islanders

One of my friends once told me an occurrence in his life which at that time made him quite gloomy. He was dumped by his girl friend when she found out that he was not from Male’. From what I saw, I can assume that the guy really loved this girl who seems to be from a wealthy background – but not Royal.

Anyway, let’s leave my friend there and continue with the reason of his rejection. What was his crime in this particular incident? Was it his decision to be born to a typical island family? What is so special about the so called Male’ people? Are they from a different nation or isn’t this an island?

This is not something that occurs in relationships. It happens in almost everything, such as getting a good job or applying for a loan. What is this discrimination about? We all do believe or clearly see that Male’ is the heart of the Maldives – the capital city. But this doesn’t mean that the people at Male’ are any special compared to the rest of the Maldivian’s.

This friend of mine couldn’t stop over there and move on with his life. He wanted a justification for the reason, at least to content himself. So he did a background check on the girl’s family and found out that the so called people who rejected him were originated from a nearby island. The only reason why they are Male’ans is because her grand father some how managed to get a piece of land from Male’. From that very moment, the royal string was attached to the family. This makes me wonder. Suppose If I get a piece of land from Male’ and after being registered as the legal landlord, does it make me a Male’an? Wow, what an easy way huh? Oops, I forgot to tell you. There’s a much easy way – it’s called Male’ Municipalty ge Khaasa Dhafthar.

I suppose those entire Male’ people who reads this article would be glaring at me as if I’m some kind of an Anti-Male’an. Calm down guys. It’s not like that. I do not hate nor do I have anything against you. I just want each one of you to respect us, your fellow islanders. We are from the same nation, same community and from the same ancestors. If you travel back in history, you will land yourself somewhere in Sri Lanka? Does that make us all a so called ‘Ori’?

Let us not judge people by their island, skin color or clothing. It’s the inner beauty that counts. Wealth and fame all dissolves in your grave, whether you are a Male’an or an American.

My Mistress

My Mistress

A Sonnet by William Shakespeare

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.