A deal

Why do most of the
relationships fall apart?

Because a fake buyer

met a simple but eager seller.

When two people meet,

a man and a woman,

and woo each other 

to win their respective favours,--

Some body's delight,

Some balm for the heart in plight.

They tease and bait

testing their fate,

To catch the coveted fish of pleasure,

or gems from heart's hidden treasure,

But baiting naturally involves attraction,

A cute hypnotism and some innocent distraction,

The hook needs a tasty worm,

It's a claw disguised as food

waiting in the stream of varying mood.

It's a sweet tussle of flesh and spirit,

One catches

and the other gets caught

after a nice extravagantly battle fought,

It's a complete play

involving dialogues, drama and plot,

The pursuit should be hot.

For her, the ignition of initial chemistry needs 

a handsome knight in shiny armour

capable of carrying all the colors of her dreams,

While she has to be a beautiful princess

full of promises 

carrying fidelity, pleasure, care and share,

The expectations are high

as both vie 

to fit in the other's eye,

So both adorn a nice costume

befitting the other's brightest dreams.

The man comes with more fakery

than the woman

because he has to catch the huge whale 

of her expectations of a complete man,

He thus dons a glittering costume

to match the stars in her eyes,

While a woman need not fake at all

beyond faint brushing of her physical charms,

as that is all that swarms

the infatuated man's brain and brawn,

Her beauty is all that is there to see,

The man is eying only that with a glee.

Thus a fake customer meets

a simple, coquettish seller,

Promising to buy the entirety of her dream,

Leaves that her in an ecstatic stream,

The deal thus gets done,

Proceeds then all fun,

Sadly, after the pleasure-run

his costumes come off gradually,

She is now surrounded by her broken dreams,

The naked stranger stands affront,

Now she can hardly recognise 

the purchaser of her dreams,

Her soul screams

as she realises that

she'd sold herself on fake promissory notes.

The strangers then fight,

The love-flower bugged with blight,

Darkness where it was all bright,

Hopes now out of sight,

They now bargain a separation,

Guilt, anger, accusations, justifications fly

not leaving any space even for a smiling bye.