...mushy tales...

....and then.. and then years had been passed the mush had been living in exile away from his country and bush had been living in USA with a passionate wife,
possibly recalled those dark days with tough postures when he repeatedly asked mush to handover bin laden to ease his strife's,

that developed coz of repeated mischiefs of mush.. who despite indulging in all his terror works remain adamant and ignorant to his full,
persuading encouraging and training all terrorists.. always remained invisible force behind all the destructive pulls,

the bush in particular knew everything yet he patronised him as associate against terror and even ambassdord his book full of vents and lies,
and never rejected him since mush knew the whereabouts of bin laden.. yet so cleverly he hid this truth.. and used to amass wealth and be of spherical size,

all the acts of him were intruding.. into the spaces.. and to do this.. he never came upfront and rather used his army to force these dreaded deeds,
one after the other the attempts were made to spread destructions.. terror mongering addiction grew with these subsequent greeds,

and the massive financial aid he got as head of the state from the USA in the name of war against terror.. a big chunk went to swell his accounts and to acquire the plush and posh villas,
but did the bush ever ever regretted this blunder of him.. i believe he had not.. and this exactly is the adamence in some of sorts.. they made this correct through vague arguments and fake terminologies.. but in real ths all sucked the blood of many.. in forms of triptychaaz.....

Valour's love...

the person was hale and hearty and the person loved the royal sport,
and one day as his sponsored or built team strove around he sat looking on the court,

the viewers filled the benches around..the beautiful ladies by their side,
and amongst those or in was the one the most beautiful the person hoped to make his bride,

and truly that was the gallant out there to see the valour of the warrior and his magnificent show,
valour and love... the bold and the beautiful.. together made a mark with hands in gloves.. distinctly with faces full of glow,

in the court ramped and roared the gamers with horrid laughing jaws,
they waved.. they blew the kisses in air... bravo gentleman and the lady.. you won each other they said.. and like beams danced on their feet and paws,

with wallowing might and stiffed roar.. they jiggled and made somersaults.. and rolled upon one another,
then the party began in tandems and in pursuit of sheer pleasure... as it was the marriage of their big brother,

heavens guerdon for once.. was transformed to shinning bright gold,
and why not... finally they met and made sacred vows... the beautiful in the arms of the bold....