Singh Is King

Plenty tales of inebriation,
Of whimsical celebrations,
Life never seemed better,
even when we stood in the gutter.

Tales spoken below,
and a lot more,
Cherished memories held,
Hope for merrier more.

At the cusp of life,
when roads inevitably part,
Everything feels prosaic,
I beg for one last.

So it is fitting that the day of the 'Surd',
The birth of irrationality, of pure, untainted Mirth,
Be that day when we meet once again,
And raise a toast to him and all the fun.

Random thoughts:
Gaurav Singh-

The Hero Gotham truly needs.

The only other Marge could ever fall for.

One to Beat the Scottish at their own game.

Sport a Bhangra at the most inappropriate places and score.

Eventually to make Vijay Mallya acknowledge his mighty presence.



Happy birthday, Gaurav. :)
Sham ko milte hai.




I suck at rhyme, but who is aristocratic here? Also, intended to write a lot more, sorry, had been a bit more preoccupied. Thank you the-one-who-asked-not-to-be-named (you are safe now, Moriarty), we would have never indulged in such sweet gestures ourselves otherwise.