Amidst the market,
Shall I sell my lies ?
For it be seen expensive,
And afront stand many prodigals
Just as did I
Oh ,no!
I shall rather seek an online site !
Just as you ,
Maybe Facebook or any other for hi-byes

The equation between us
If ever were coercioned to exist
It shall be shared with a binary operation
That says 'not equals to'

In your own game
Up on your native stage
How about a contender,naive
Wins o'er you,
"CHECK MATE" ?

A hammock in your balcony hovering,
Windchimes tinkling
Rain outside
The word submerges there
Oblivious,you turn.

Amid that rain
Enchanting the moment are kept a pair of cup with tea
Alongside nice 'weather forecast' hailing
For it says not a prolonged raining
And you've plans for the evening
A novel by,maybe re-reading Pride and Prejudice
Read with a fragmented focus of your screening

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Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident
Your collars shall be on the verge
To be plucked out by me
With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh
I promise,
I'll get the red in you,out,oozed
Soon will turn you Sapphire blue
Neither your counters
Nor roughness would chase that of mine
Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment
I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design
Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style
Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind
A smile for witnessing you mad at me
But anyway vengeance was mine.

And you still flood over my mind...