by Dr. Bilal Ahmad Bhat, Thynk Unlimited
The plane kissed earth, the sun held its breath,
Saudi sands stirred at destiny’s step.
A hush fell over gilded air—
The King of Kings was standing there.
No trumpet blared, no need for sound,
The message spoke without a noun.
Purple tie. Purple stairs. Purple reign.
A sovereign stride that shunned the plain.
This was no show, no simple stage,
This was command, uncloaked and brave.
A nation bowed in silent might,
As power walked bathed in violet light.
Not just the hue of crown and throne,
But supreme authority, flesh and bone.
DOMINION whispered with every thread,
CONTROL in every word unsaid.
POWER pulsed through desert skies—
This wasn’t pomp. This was prize.
“For those in Rio Linda,”—heed,
This was more than history’s creed.
He didn’t descend. He declared—
A battlefield reclaimed, prepared.
Each step a message, every glance,
A trigger for the global dance.
Old guards tremble, watch and learn,
The axis tilts. The tides now turn.
RESET in motion, REALIGNMENT bold,
SOVEREIGNTY in purple told.
The world was watching. Some with dread.
Some with hope, where fear had bled.
Every handshake, every frame,
A whisper: “It’s a new game.”
Alliances forged, old vows revoked—
The balance of power…provoked.
He didn’t just land. He arrived.
A statement clear: The future has survived.
And in that moment, no disguise—
The world stood still, beneath purple skies.
