Samar

In this cosy outfit of a trance-like ambience, a misfit amidst unplanned decor of a warm sanctum, I bask, and I absorb rays of joyful bashfulness; my company.

Drunk in exotic teas & sour milk, a brewful of smoke clouded my senses in a fresh pulse of inspiration. Oh, brother! our bother a bever-age from bitter sour to sweet. Too sweet then, I fear, as I laughed insanely, but inwardly; not wanting to disrupt the harmony.

Well that's right Khalid, distribute them evenly 'em demisemiquavers with good fingers of Hosyam Ramzy - give Beet-O a run for his silence & Wolfgang a fight with his hair.
Jaunted then I, at the outskirts, my emotions samar sekali!
Ah, but I'm clear about one thing; the tea is sweet as hell!