Plaything...

The cat and a mouse that we keep playing; is unknown,

Though we can’t read minds, but you know how much I yearn for you

There are mere gesture, that I link you with fate and life

Though you're an annoying voice would be ruled out to be a wife

Though I could break you a thousand times, till your body shivers

Till your nail claw my back, and your mourn is music to my ears

As you clench your fist just bear the whiplash of my rough tongue

Till you grab me, like wrestler push me down to submit; till you have done

 Game we play is such, which even you win, you lose

And the one you who lose also win’s to lose

Meeting, though when we meet, we wish for originality

But the responsibility of wedlock silence our morality

 There are circumstances that persuade us to walk a path

From our own peace and well-being of the mind craft

For the A world which pair’s our abolishment, of the worst kind

Embedded with each other’s being, in a closed room as queen & king

 Yet there is no witness, to our romance, just thief in our minds

When we are with our loved ones, doing an act same kind

Our spirits intertwine in thousand knots for this lifetime

Yet, we are nomads traveling through this world troubled mind.....