Monthly Archives: April 2016

On surface you might see me wholeheartedly laughing the corners of my mouth
out; but that was just to hide the inexplicable germs of agony indefatigably encircling my soul,

On surface you might see me triumphantly gyrating even the most inconspicuous bone of my body; but that was just to hide the perennial blows of flagrant defeat that had just mercilessly bludgeoned me from all sides,

On surface you might see me exuberantly slurping unsurpassable sips of pristinely victorious Alp water; but that was just to hide the unfathomably despicable dryness that had circumscribed every of my veins; since centuries immemorial,

On surface you might see me incessantly chattering like the boisterously untamed bumble bee; but that was just to hide the ghoulishly crucifying solitariness that unrelentingly stabbed every ingredient of my scarlet blood,

On surface you might see me passionately kissing even the most infinitesimal
draught of air; but that was just to hide tears of inevitably strangulating disease transcending every other thing in my body,

On surface you might see me timelessly involved in one philanthropic mission
or another; but that was just to hide the insurmountably treacherous lacklusterness parasitically eviscerating every ounce of my enthusiasm from the fabric of my life,

On surface you might see me mellifluously humming the most unbelievably blessed of tunes; but that was just to hide the corpses of disdainfully cacophonic cynicism which had incarcerated me since many a lifetime,

On surface you might see me uninhibitedly blessing countless a humanity; but
that was just to hide the uncontrollably raving devil; salaciously slandering every conceivably naked pore of my impoverished flesh,

On surface you might see me beautifully cleansing every wound of my body
with the balm of rhapsodically unfettered Mother Nature; but that was just
to hide the limitless mortuaries of inane artificiality; which had haplessly hollowed every cranny of my existence,

On surface you might see me earnestly promising in every sphere of life; but that was just to hide the mercilessly robotic falseness; which had unfortunately become the very solar plexus of my survival,

On surface you might see me surreally closing my eyes as if forever fantasizing in the mists of brilliantly unhindered paradise; but that was just to hide the insidiously delirious mania that had ruthless estranged every iota of my unsparingly crippled brain,

On surface you might see me tirelessly evolving into an invincible entrenchment of mesmerizing newness; but that was just to hide the venom of ghastily pulverizing infertility bizarrely lambasting the complexion of my existence,

On surface you might see me like a magically charismatic prince gallivanting in the corridors of eternal freedom; but that was just to hide the egregiously sadistic whiplashes of unsolicited trauma that inexhaustibly disintegrated me into an infinite bits of meaninglessness,

On surface you might see me blazing like the most undauntedly sizzling Sun;
but that was just to hide the countless nights of appallingly criminal darkness; that had besieged me since the very first cry of virgin birth,

On surface you might see me profoundly engrossed in the canvas of miraculously ameliorating artistry; but that was just to hide the horrifically untouchable staleness; that lugubriously trailed alongwith every incorrigible shadow of mine,

On surface you might see me robustly bouncing in the prime of celestial youth; but that was just to hide the fathomless gallons of sinful liquor that had already vaporized my liver in its wholesome entirety,

On surface you might see me chanting the rhymes of symbiotically priceless
existence; but that was just to hide the tornados of inexorably massacring vindication; restlessly brewing up in every crevice of my conscience,

On surface you might see me fierily breathing like the most intrepidly ebullient of adventurer; but that was just to hide the hell of unlimitedly penalizing death that had already imprisoned me; an infinite births ago,

And On surface you might see me embracing every living being in the swirl of
Immortal friendship; but that was just to hide the poison of satanically asphyxiating betrayal that had irrevocably infiltrated every nerve of my persona; as the ultimate gift from the girl I’d once upon a time unstoppably loved; the girl to whom I’d selflessly dedicated every instant of my life once upon a time; but the very girl whom I today proclaim as my brutally devastating Devil.

The broken door of pure rosewood needed a carpenter to repair it; replenishing its distorted edges with loads of compassionate varnish and an array of hostile nails,

The broken slabs of building needed an engineer to refurbish it; reinforcing its surface with lanky beams and columns; fortifying its gaping string of holes with rich chunks of cement and concrete,

The broken pieces of cloth needed a tailor to stitch them; blend the scattered fragments together; to evolve the stupendous garment again,

The broken checkbooks and torn documents of financial operation needed a banker to resurrect them; spawn ingeniously manipulative policies to ensure that all business bounced back to robust normalcy,

The broken switchboards needed an electrician to configure them; intermingle the boundless conglomerate of wires to produce sparkling beams of untainted light,

The broken fields needed a farmer to plough them; sow the right concoction of seeds and manure; in order to metamorphose the gruesome sand into blossoming land of
enchanting fertility,

The broken words of the book needed a writer to rearrange them; meticulously sort out the baffling jumble into magnificent lines of captivating literature,

The broken spacecraft needed the scientist to remold it; splendidly synchronize its arms and tail; impregnate it with the most contemporary of machinery; to enable it to gush at electric speeds towards the heart of the blue sky,

The broken ornaments needed the goldsmith to reinvigorate them; chisel the shards of unruly metal into scintillating necklaces of fabulous silver,

The broken carving on the wall needed the artisan to harness it; convert its disrupted demeanor into one with astounding solidity and oligarchic magnificence,

The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a cobbler to mend it; transform its mocking and dusty caricature into one with exquisite shine and abundant lace,

The broken gutter needed a plumber to renovate it; wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris; converting the rotten stench emanating into one of placid and stringent calm,

The broken painting needed an artist to embellish it; join all the horrendously massacred shapes into mesmerizing contours of the spell binding fairy,

The broken bone needed a doctor to coalesce it; bond the severely depleted fragments together to give birth again to a rubicund entity,

The broken song needed a musician to reconstruct it; embody it with jazzy tunes and revitalizing melody; profusely recreating its stolen glory again,

The broken bird needed an ornithologist to rejuvenate it; apply balm to its torn feathers; in order to impart it with tumultuous force and propel it to fly,

The broken watch needed a watchmaker to wind it; oil its rusty coalition of springs; so that it ticked incessantly as time drifted by,

The broken law and order in the city needed a policeman to rectify it; instill a sense of
impregnable security amongst citizens; with valiantacts of his dynamic bravery,

The broken democracy in the world needed a flamboyant leader to uplift it; judiciously channelize all the energy of people for the betterment of this planet,

The broken lawns sprawling disdainfully over colossal expanses of the valley needed a gardener to reinvigorate them; prudently squelch the unwanted weeds; in order to ensure that the roses bloomed merrily without parasites,

The broken King needed a host of beautiful slaves to stimulate his dead senses; obey the most minuscule of his command; appease him thoroughly with dance; and the tantalizing cadence in their voice,

The broken marriage needed a team of counselor’s to recap it; solve the infinitesimal differences that had led to the execution of this bizarre event in life,

The broken beliefs needed a sagacious saint to rebuild them; bring the abysmally lonely disciple closer to the realms of the omnipotent Ceator,

The broken snapshot needed the photographer to reframe it; meticulously arrange the solitary chunks into a complete picture; depicting once again the smiling and
boisterous family,

The broken victim needed the pressman to alleviate her pain; highlight to the world in his article; about the plethora of lecherous atrocities committed on her impeccable body,

The broken stomach needed a waiter to satisfy it; serving it with mouth watering delicacies and thereby ensuring that it succumbed to blissful and contented sleep,

The broken laughter needed a clown to re-establish it; inundate its miserable life with unsurpassable amount of smile and ecstasy,

The broken web needed a spider to reweave it; embedding its mercilessly split trajectory; again with silver threads of slime,

The broken sea needed a battalion of fish and coral reefs to reform itself; relive the incredulous moment of glory when it had just been created in this Universe,

The broken discotheque needed scores of impetuous boys and girls to enliven it; flood its dreary ambience with fiery passion; pulsating dance; and voluptuous
movement,

The broken history needed an archaeologist to recount it; search for the missing links and clues that once upon a time led to the formation of noble dynasties,

The broken hive needed boundless number of bees to refill it; encompass each pore its persona with their discordant buzzing; and supremely sweet streams of honey,

The broken vegetables needed a chef to realign them; prepare appetizing delicacies out of the shoddy mass of loose grass and fruit,

The broken children needed a philanthropist to liberate them; fill their lives with all the jubilation and fantasy which they were so desperately bereft off,

The broken mind needed a psychiatrist to retrieve it; bring it to proportion with the civilized society; from the corridors of despondency and lost oblivion,

The broken ship needed a captain to coherently steer it; surge it forward with gusto and insurmountable exhilaration into the deep waters of the sapphire ocean,

The broken army needed a brave and an audacious soldier to instigate it; see to it that it emerged victorious without the slightest of blemish to its motherland,

The broken den needed the lion to enlighten it; prove it once again to the world that it harbored none other; but the irrefutable king of the jungle,

The broken morning needed the cuckoo to animate it; drive away all the gloominess prevailing in the atmosphere; with the mesmerizing rhythm in its voice,

The broken line needed a teacher to restore it; explicitly explain it to the student its symbolic meaning and astronomical importance,

The broken voice needed a ventriloquist to harness it; extract the hidden melody to the summit of its capacity; portray to entire world the euphoric essence of sound,

The broken automobile needed a mechanic to invigorate it; lubricate its dying parts; pumping tons of fresh air in its tyre; granting it the power to conquer the
most treacherous of slopes,

The broken balls needed a juggler to enhance their charm; spin them at mind boggling speeds; revolving them at all angles in the breeze before delectably collapsing on the bed of pure silk,

The broken valley needed environmentalists to plant it with infinite saplings; see the inconspicuous nodules ripen into dense forests within a matter of fading months,

The broken house needed a ensemble of detectives to find the culprits; hunt out the criminals who transformed the family living in perpetual bliss into deceased corpses buried beneath the earth,

The broken women needed faithful husbands to alleviate their tale of deprivation; making them witness a new and vibrantly optimistic face of tomorrow,

The broken lives needed a messiah from the heavens to rehabilitate them; shower their bereaved souls with immeasurable happiness,

And my broken heart needed a girl who could fully comprehend my sorrow; love me like no one else did on this globe; bonding every beat of mine with her violently throbbing heart; healing every incurable wound of mine; blending her breath with mine for times and births immemorial.

My mother could never ever become my friend; too busy in her household chores and pursuing the passions of her life; always looking upon me as her newborn child; even though I catapulted to the greatest of heights,

My father could never ever become my friend; able to view nothing else but the colossal edifices of the robotic corporate empire before his eyes all night and day; with an occasional pat here and there on my head; too busy earning for the inevitable needs of the gargantuan family,

My sister could never ever become my friend; profoundly engaged in her own family and the crankiness of impetuous youth; with most of our conversations eventually resulting into the most thunderously demented of squabbles,

My grandfather could never ever become my friend; staunchly following his age old rigidly tyrannical ideologies; which I thoroughly detested and severely shirked to follow,

My grandmother could never ever become my friend; being the ultimate apostle
of orthodoxy and implementing only what the scriptures said; whilst I was one who solely listened to my passionate heart’s commands,

My brother could never ever become my friend; as pangs of inconsolable jealously radiated in gay abundance from our persona’s; in order to become the favorite child of our revered parents,

My wife could never ever become my friend; as we virtually digressed in every opinion; being the indefatigably scowling and blasphemously blaming north pole and south pole; contained in a single house,

My children could never ever become my friend; as they were just irascible infants; whose unendingly hysterical shrieks made me plead an unfathomable times on my knees; let alone whisper the word sanctity,

My uncle’s and aunts could never ever become my friend; as they were profusely party circuit; those same very sanctimonious shows of meaningless drudgery; that I spat upon even in the wildest of my dreams,

My neighbors could never ever become my friend; as they lead life like a frigidly dysfunctional robotic clock; whilst every instant of my impoverished life; was enshrouded with unabashed sensuousness and spontaneity,

My colleagues could never ever become my friend; timelessly plotting schemes
to bury me alive in my corpse; in their parasitically unceasing quest of escalating to the pinnacle of blood soaked success,

My surroundings could never ever become my friend; as they too in their salaciously inebriated and adulterated state; stabbed me a zillion times to adopt the path of untruthful commercialism; whilst I eternally wanted to mélange each beat of my heart with the rudiments of nature divine,

My countrymen could never ever become my friend; as nearly each one of them
endlessly ran after the currency coin; time and again at the cost of the soil which they inhabited; whilst I perpetually considered the beats of love to be above every dimension and money on this blessed planet,

My teachers could never ever become my friend; because there was always this
stringent definition of respectability that came in between; our openheartedly divulging the innermost secrets of our hearts,

My profession could never ever become my friend; as I couldn’t play even the
most infinitesimal of games with it; had to bow down before it like the ultimate power before granting it that unassailably meticulous touch; so that the world accepted it and I symbiotically survived,

My great ancestors and far off siblings/kin could never ever become my friend; as I hardly knew anything of them other than their names; and it wasn’t my habit to entrust unshakable blind faith; into the most unchartered of territories,

My servants could never ever become my friend; as I never considered them as
servants in the first place; whilst they unstoppably reminded me of the same ghastly discrimination of this barbaric society; by licking dirt right in front of my eyes although I severely reprimanded them,

My very own breath could never ever become my friend; as I had the most insane of panic attacks with each inhalation of mine; overtly skeptical and unsure of whether another of its kind would find way into my nostrils or not,

Yet. I wasn’t ever desperate and alone. Yet I wasn’t ever devastated and betrayed. Yet I wasn’t ever paralyzed and depressed. As I forever had the hands of my best friend: ‘The Lord Almighty’ to soothe my brow; to uninterruptedly and unabashedly talk to; in my times of duress and exultation; in my times of life and death; who made me feel closer and closer to my mission of ameliorating all sick and deprived humanity;
who made me feel the most unconquerably priceless organism alive.

Not her daintily bountiful feet- which were the source of life in its uninhibited fullest in the brilliantly sunlit household,

Not her incongruous mumbling in the middle of the night; as she restlessly tossed and turned from one periphery of the King poster bed to another,

Not her vividly carefree artistry- which splashed color and gregarious charm –
resuscitating fresh life into the solitarily deadened canvas,

Not her streak for emulating fashion- earnestly trying to be a trendsetter in her own
pristine self- as she swayed joyfully under the stars in the royally moonlit night,

Not her unpredictable temperament- which flared up at the tiniest of provocation to box everyone around her and then tranquilly quell as a silent stream to eventually merge with the sea,

Not her intriguing genius that captivated the attention of the brightest in the world- as she collaged thin bits of obsolete waywardness to harness new dimensions of creativity,

Not her mischievously uninhibited smile- that led me merrily dancing in the surreal
velvet of clouds – envisaging earth the most blessedly beautiful place to be,

Not her inherently philanthropic streak- her magnanimously diminutive persona which donated without inhibition- even whilst the richest of the richest sneered in contempt,

Not her gorgeously unruffled hair which marked her identity as one who loved to play and revel in the glory of enchanting music- occasionally running the hair comb through her dolls,

Not her sipper which she clung to with ecstatic fervor and unparalleled joy- whilst
suckling droplets of impeccable milk at dawn,

Not her victorious enthusiasm to relish existence to its exhilarating fullest- as her
sacredness was a treasured gift from Lord Almighty to do and disseminate good around her,

Not her pedaling her cycle with new found spurts of energy- as she raced past the
finishing line and immediately hugged me with invincible zeal to celebrate her
monumental feat,

Not her unfettered sighs of admiration as she browsed television- garlanding her
favorite actors and actresses with tiny claps in her perception,

Not her unshakeable flair for choosing the right match of food at the right time – as she was one poignant aficionado of pungent taste and spice- making her meal a vibrant delight,

Not her unbridled passion for adventure as she made new friends irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe- explored new and natural pathways lugged on my shoulders in a piggy-back,

Not her artistically molded fingers with which she shaped clay into the choicest shapes of intricacy- and admirably wrote in handsome calligraphy upon listless paper- in a tenacity to succeed,

Not her magnetic ability to grasp things that she liked- and then form a story of the
various characters she perceived- fearlessly reciting the same to adult audience in her
own unduplicated aura,

Not her rushing to me like wounded crop at the tiniest fall which happened quite
inadvertently with the floor- and then I compassionately circled her in my arms showing her the fecund fields outside,

But what bowled me over. Was my baby daughter’s originality.

The Dinosaur perceived it to be an inconspicuous insect; a small speck of dirt
lying sprawled amongst infinite others of its kind,

The red ants on the floor perceived it to be a colossal mountain; with black roots on its summit,

The clouds hovering in the cosmos perceived it to be; a passing draught of placid wind,

The yellow beaked birds floating in the pond; perceived it to be a flimsy fledgling having just hatched out,

The ominous reptiles slithering in unchopped meadows of grass; perceived it to
be a gigantic worm with bulging eyes,

The fiery body of sun in the sky; perceived it to a hindrance; irascibly blocking its scintillating rays,

The rustic chimpanzees perched high on the trees; perceived it to be a tiny inclusion into their vivacious tribe,

The chameleon transgressing through the incongruous bushes; perceived it to be
a gargantuan mosquito; impossible to be gobbled,

The stray dogs philandering through the desolate streets; perceived it to be a chunk of sumptuous chicken; the very sight of which made them profusely slaver at their mouths,

The obstreperously humming bees in their cat combed hives; perceived it to be an organism of their fraternity; when it incessantly cried,

The monstrous sharks in the deep ocean; perceived it to be a fragile and sticky tadpole; without its tail,

The discordantly buzzing mosquitoes; perceived it to be a blend of rich flesh and blood; a rare treat to encounter once in a while,

The silver spider entwined within the intricate threads of its web; perceived it to be a crusader; who could squelch its dwelling at any moment,

The squirrels wandering through the meandering burrows; perceived it to be a
sumptuous nut; soft and supple to nibble,
The diabolically toothed alligator in the swampy marshes; perceived it to be crunchy bread for breakfast,

The pigs ambling languidly on the streets; perceived it to be a sophisticated bundle of scented garbage,

The rats trespassing through the floors at night; perceived it to be a freshly prepared conglomerate of food,

The creator who evolved him from my womb; perceived him to be a human being; a
tangible entity out of the millions he had created,

While I perceived ‘ MY BABY’; to be the most beautiful person in this world;
the most priceless treasure ever existing on this planet; Yes your guess is as
good as mine; for I was none other than his mother.

I butchered unwanted outgrowths that came my way,
crushed thorny cactus under bare soles of my feet,
hung freely from forked elastic branch of mango tree,
bathed in icy streams flowing past a plethora of rock,
screamed at full lung capacity to resemble aboriginal apes, bit my teeth in
thick folds of green banana skin,
covered my body with dotted fragments of tree bark skin,
rode bare back on untamed African elephant,
burnt a roaring fire of brittle tree logwood,
engulfed my mouth in fleshy delights of smoked deer meat,
slept like a demon in moist interiors of my large rock cavern,
camouflaged from sight by thunderous waterfall,
cascading from dizzy heights of the mountain.

acerbic rays of the sun filtered at dawn,
through innumerable crevices of my dilapidated cave roof,
awakening me with jolts of unwarranted surprise,
as i started my expedition towards the century old buried Temple.

there were steps that led a trail into deep recesses of earth,
at the end of which lay sprawled a dungeon of riches,
with silver coins raining from the oval roof,
diamond and yellow gold was stashed abundantly,
pieces of ivory projected from the wall,
i then lost balance, high degrees of self control,
my weary legs collapsed on the floor,
to roll in a bed of glittering gold, with globules of white silver pouring down.

Music is an enchanting reverie which never ends; inundating your dying soul with perpetual happiness,

Music is a mesmerizing bird which keeps soaring endlessly through the mystical clouds; nostalgically transiting you back into realms of impeccable childhood,

Music is a resplendent star in the cosmos; which incessantly keeps rejuvenating withering lives from the brink of despairing extinction,

Music is a tantalizing whisper which astoundingly proliferates in the mind as each second unveiled; truly escalating the spirit of existence,

Music is a poignant panacea for the most inexplicable of ailment; profoundly blending the rhythm of the passionate heart with all the goodness prevailing in
the atmosphere,

Music is a wave of euphoric rhapsody; which washes away all those sins; you may have inadvertently stumbled upon,

Music is a profusely redolent rose; uninhibitedly disseminating its scent to whomsoever who wanted to inhale it,

Music is the invincible ladder to ebullient success; propelling you to rise from the obnoxious ashes; everytime you horrendously faltered in your step,

Music is a vivacious rainbow; deluging mundane survival with compassionate loads of vibrant color and charm,

Music is a captivating fountain; bestowing each life it besieged with a festoon of emphatic melody,

Music is the most effusive form of expression; stirring the most inner most recesses of the conscience to unbelievably unprecedented limits,

Music is more gorgeous than the voluptuous shadow; unfurling an unsurpassable tale of tantalizing mystery in each of its tunes,

Music is the most immaculate sound which a tangible organism could ever emanate; the most sacrosanct tune; which perpetually unites one and all; alike,

Music is a seductive trail that leads to the most marvelously tingling fantasy; a dream which only the angels in the heavens could coalesce with and conceive,
Music is a indomitable protagonist; absorbing even the most infinitesimal trace of acrimonious hostility; in the swirl of its tenacious pulse,

Music is a magnificently surreal cloud which relentlessly rains; blessing the lives of countless with the essence of its sacred grace,

Music is a velvety feather which not only triggers an untamed exultation in breathless identities; but rekindles them to lead a myriad of infinite more exciting lives,

Music is the religion you believe in; the language in which your very first ancestor used to merrily converse,

Music is the solitary ray of dazzling light in the preposterously morbid tunnel; engendering you to emerge victorious in the Herculean struggle called life,

Music is an arrow which hits its target completely blindfolded; rises as the uncrowned prince; even as the entire planet headed towards inevitably disdainful destruction,

Music is an intriguingly innocuous child; that stays forever young even after undergoing an incomprehensible battalion of deaths,

Music is the insurmountable spice which foments even the dead to rise from their graves; dance in stupendously sultry winds in the throes of moonlit midnight,

Music is the most wonderful entertainment bereft of a single penny; and yet amazingly reinvigorating the entire system with blissful synergies that the body had always desired,

Music is the sparkle of ones eye; the glow which every personality radiates in the most divinely contented stage of life,

Music is the whistling air you breathe; the ecstatic spurts of energy you expend while trespassing on every path of life; the celestial flurry of smiles on your countenance as you are enthralled by the creation of God,

Music is indeed the reason why you live; the reason why you will always choose to love; or shall we say music is the irrefutable food for life.

How can I thank you for all those bountiful values of goodness that you’ve so magically inculcated in my child’s innocent brain?

How can I thank you for so compassionately holding my child’s hand in an alien premises-when I wasn’t the slightest around to hear her inconsolable cries?

How can I thank you for making the whole process of monotonous studies—such an enchanting playground of richness for my child’s eyes?

How can I thank you for so beautifully taming my child into a symbiotically civilized angel—from an unruly doll only obsessed with her very own toys?

How can I thank you for so adeptly solving each barricade in the path of my child—as she indulged the first chords of her infinite mind into the whole process called ‘learning in school’?

How can I thank you for so magically triggering a smile on the face of my child—as she nervously fidgeted for her own space amidst several more of her kind?

How can I thank you for so magnanimously bearing with each bit of my child’s peskiness—converting each tear that dribbled from her eyes into the most perfect nursery rhyme of life?

How can I thank you for so thoughtfully introducing my child to each new aspect of school—letting her marvelously adjust to even the remotest component in the new atmosphere—at her very own pace?

How can I thank you for guarding my child like an invincible fortress of friendship—whilst teaching her the quintessential alphabets of knowledge at the same time?

How can I thank you for untiringly being the eyes of my child as she feebly weaved her way through each bit of unknown territory- amongst the incredibly tall walls of her first school?

How can I thank you for observing even the most intricate development of my child—and then making constant persevering notes on how to improve her all round performance in the chapter called life?

How can I thank you for being the most adorable home for my child away from her real home-and being the most perfect mother for her and all her mates as well in mundane schooltime?

Well let me just start by saying Mrs. Shah -‘That you mean the world
to my child’.

When Miss Voluptuously Enchanting Rain met Mr. Spell Bindingly Effulgent Earth; they insuperably became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternal fructifying Prosperity,

When Miss Boisterously Frolicking Bumble Bee met Mr. Unbelievably Fragrant Louts; they perpetually became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternally Sparkling Vivaciousness,

When Miss Ingratiatingly Royal Sensitivity met Mr. Uninhibitedly Fulminating Freedom; they impregnably became, Mr. & Mrs. Unflinchingly Unbelievable
Patriotism,

When Miss Exhilaratingly Timeless Fantasy met Mr. Unsurpassably Eternal Seduction; they perennially became; Mr. & Mrs. Tantalizingly Effulgent
Proliferation,

When Miss Charismatically Symbiotic Smiles met Mr. Effeminately Poignant Valley; they unassailably became; Mr. & Mrs. Ubiquitously Unparalleled Artistry,

When Miss Intimately Convivial Sweetness met Mr. Holistically Symbiotic Wind; they unshakably became; Mr. & Mrs. Regally Priceless Mankind,

When Miss Ferociously Austere Anger met Mr. Profusely Unlimited Honey; they timelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Eclectically Vivid Tanginess,

When Miss Enthrallingly Pristine Blackness met Mr. Flamboyantly Flaming Sun; they tirelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Exuberantly Mollifying Evening,

When Miss Marvelously Insatiable Compassion met Mr. Fearlessly Altruistic Fortitude; they irrevocably became; Mr. & Mrs. Everlastingly Unblemished Unity,

When Miss Surreptitiously Philandering Mist met Mr. Bewitchingly Esoteric Adventurer; they indomitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Fathomlessly Stupefying Enigma,

When Miss Unrestrictedly Expressive Tigress met Mr. Phlegmatically Reticent Air; they unstoppably became; Mr. & Mrs. Celestially Pleasant Atmosphere,

When Miss Aristocratically Ingenious Rainbow met Mr. Artistically Fantastic Poetry; they harmoniously became; Mr. & Mrs. Unrelentingly Exotic Adventure,

When Miss Inexorably Profound Concentration met Mr. Limitlessly Luminiscent Dedication; they exultatingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Inimitably Ecstatic Victory,

When Miss Resplendently Discovering Freedom met Mr. Dazzlingly Unconquerable Truth; they unceasingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Supremely Enamoring Paradise,

When Miss Astoundingly Ingenious Punctuality met Mr. Incomprehensibly state-of-the-art Precision; they infallibly became; Mr. & Mrs. Gloriously Unassailable Picture-Perfect,

When Miss Panoramically Virgin Beauty met Mr. Mellifluously Priceless Rudiments; they invincibly became; Mr & Mrs. Sensuously Heavenly Mother-Nature,

When Miss Fascinatingly Relentless Dreamer met Mr. Gregariously Synergistic Philosopher; they inevitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Unbreakably Unlimited Friend,

When Miss Vibrantly Untamed Breath met Mr. Passionately Vivid Enthusiasm; they unrestrictedly became; Mr. & Mrs. Sacredly Blessing Life,
And when Miss Divinely Thundering Heart met Mr. Unimaginably Burgeoning Freshness; they immortally became; Mr. & Mrs. Endlessly Omnipotent Love.

When I curled it slightly with my fingers it resembled the angular horns of the placid cow; standing up in alacrity,
Shimmering vibrantly in the sunshine; with unruly bristles of hair protruding out rampantly from umpteenth quarters.

When I combed it scrupulously with a serrated brush; it settled to perfectly commensurate proportions,
Adhering amicably to my lips; appearing as sedate as an angel having long gone off to sleep.

When I applied exorbitant coats of sweet honey on it; it acquired profound tinges of enchanting amber,
There wafted a heavenly aroma into my nostrils; also a scores of irksome red ants crawled to relish the paradise.

When I rubbed it against the naked cheek of my beloved; it engendered a plethora of scarlet blemishes,
She blushed heavily in consternation; and there were infinite tingling sensations impregnated all over her persona.

When I refrained to trim it all along the unveiling week; it proliferated untidily in clusters,
My face now appeared like that of a passionate buffoon; and it seemed as if I had relinquished all interest in life.

When I breathed vigorously into it expending my lungs to full capacity; it wavered a little; disconcertingly perturbed by the onslaught,
Retorted back in intense indignation; prompting me to scratch my skin till it virtually bled.

When I swished at it wildly with my tongue; feverishly caressing a battalion of blades in the process; it didn’t seem to mind the least,
Stuck diligently to my flesh in an amalgamated heap; sedately slept for a few hours until the saliva dried.

When I rubbed it frivolously during business meetings; it seemed to have a psychological influence in calming my frayed nerves,
Substantially eased tumultuous tension from my mind; granting me a winning edge over my adversaries.

When I let sweat dribble profusely into it; feebly attempting to resist the flow; it looked all the more handsome,
With the full light of the sun accentuating its drooping periphery; and the aftermath made me feel like a real man.

But when I tonsured it inadvertently; completely annihilating it from my silhouette; I appeared comically distorted; with a feminine disposition inevitably descending on my demeanor,
Although I considered myself as extremely lucky and blessed; as my moustache once again grew into bushy clusters rapidly a few days after shaving; and I thereby took a solemn pledge of never plucking it again.