Happy Birthday Dear Friend.

Words fail; and you don’t have gesture to express your wishes. But no matter how difficult, rather impossible it is to express your true wishes, what alternative do we have? In the end, we are left with those simple words again, which can not hold the immense trueness which was meant to convey; and a hope, that you may, will comprehend, how deeply and truly I meant what I say.

On this very day I wish God will advert His sense of aesthetics towards you and adorn you like asphodel, make you luminous in beauty and speech; so that others may benefit from your atticism, exhorted words and amiable self. And your inner incandescent may help you find a way out when you find yourself intent in the darkest days of life.

I wish that you may never abnegate when dealing with fate, luck or difficult people and it may not take long before success surrenders in your feet. You may not fall into decoy or disquiet rather ameliorate; and you live a blissful life.

And I wish you beauty; beauty of soul and skin. Kind of beauty that makes all other flora callow when you glow, make them feeble. Praises become inevitable, beauty that makes you laudable, loveable. Gorgeous lineaments; view of which may give riddance from the prison of tormented. An utter joy – just by looking at you. Venerate – in the eyes of the beholder.

This is not an attempt to versify, but exertion just to tell you this:

Happy Birthday.

Have a wonderful day and joyful life ahead.