Moot point

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Every lyrics that play in the moving car of the highway with the back passenger like me adds a misery in my chest tenfold .Every drop of melancholy that fills my eyes as crystals lay heaps on my cheeks to adds redness on the scratched face. Why were you brought in my life when  every bump on the road  identified the catastrophe? Your presence was claustrophobic, dysfunctional and erratic making me stink with the stab of hate enveloped. Life was a moot point,  a dead end when it revolved around you. I wonder what it felt like when you made love to me it would have been like maggots trying to eat me up leaving me maimed for a surgeon to handle. Those eyes that made me coy only reflected dominance cowering only when lust surplus your suffocating manhood. Is that all the intimidating is always about to play S & M. That sensuality flickered in your eyes was a temptation to a ferocious rivalry that made you chase me till the end. Tell me again was it the bet that made me your savage or was it entirely canal that pushed you to limits before baring your hands on my body. Your dark soul still haunts me the moment I became hermit rather than your escort.

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Ruthless Charmer!

His gaze filled the room with demeanor so reckless

Binding her in unheard motions so peculiar with

Consistent intrigue to eye the breathtaking

Ruthless charmer who craved their union

With intensity so scarce foreseeing the

Barriers of sarcasm with open-mindedness

Surrounding them with provocation to let her

Guards down and bow before, with only

A sound of shush and he who was eager to be we

Was no longer a ruthless charmer but a devil’s advocate

Silencing his thoughts with a mere nod like an error

Not to be found in love’s bargain!

Wanderer!

Strolling down the pathway

Leading to the gateway of imaginations

All in the glory of fame embracing the

Wanderer of caress to enter the door

Searching for the clouds of acknowledgment

Cheerfully ricocheting sounds of esteemed ovations

Heartily welcoming the wanderer to reside in this oblivion

Where a toast is beginning to start the celebrations

Of the arrival of the wanderer in their sky called chaperon

Giddy with the spring of fearlessness and assurance sniffing

Air of paradise among them and congratulating on the

Prosperity of the wanderer!