Playground Love

Welcome to the Playground of Love.
We make Love. We play the Game of Love.
Love of different kinds-sexual, ambiguous and Divine
Choice is yours- We are all here to Please
No one else, But you.


You are the ringmaster and I the slave,
play me, throttle me, as I wear that Plastic smile
Please yourself, as the moments go by
We make Love, We play only the Game of Love.




Morbid yet procrastinated,Takes what we give
Selfish Prejudices and et all,
It'll be yours, as long as you want to.
Forever is nothing but a moment of Lie..
We make Love. Love of Different kinds.

Fool-ish Pride Wins

You must be kidding me! How can you even believe him, Mishti! He's a jerk, and all he is looking for is how quick he can get laid with you, can't you see?
           
              Why are you so concerned, when you say there's nothing between us. We agreed to be friends Karan. I can date whoever I want to, why should it matter to you anymore?





Haa!, you really think it matters? I was just being a friend, if you say so Mishti, Just  that I care a lot. I am worried, because I don't think he is the right guy for you.

             And you think You are? He'll be much better than what you were.

                               

I know you didn't mean it, Mishti. But sometimes, these words sting real hard. Your 

sarcasms are going to put you down badly someday. I fear that day.

           I'd always feared you'd let me down. And you did. I think, nothing surprises me anymore. My sarcasms are better than your vanity, Karan. I don't give fliers- I say, what I mean and I mean what I say.









*Their eyes meet for a second, into a matchlock, before they tear it away into different directions and leave with silent sighs. Like losers, of a different kind. Foolish Pride, only wins.*