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The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her captivating smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt

Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk.

Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers

Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through her sharp features.

 

Kohl smeared and black smoldering eyes

Screeching the unknown and the hidden lies,

Oh, what with the black luscious lips

Without any trace of a smile, makes my heart flip.

 

The rage, the hatred, the agony quite visible

All making her to me, surprisingly irresistible,

Her secrets, her valor, her daunting self

Making me feel like a fustian elf.

 

She didn’t win me over with her mysterious meander

I melted into a glaze, by her dark loathful candor.

I stood there; fiery; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

 

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Challenge Accepted..!!

Something from a very confused and a very aggressive me.

Aesthetic Miradh

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

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She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

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