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Super Girl

I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.

I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.

But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.

Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.

Today I'm ...

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Effect Divine

Where have the words gone?

Emptied vocabulary I wonder!

I can’t frame a single praise…

Biscuits she offered me politely

I had only peanuts to exchange.

I looked a savage in my own eyes

And she, a harbinger of change.

 

No thoughts about her for days together

Although she is cynosure of my eyes,

My stillness added to the inner solitude

Yet couldn’t create the effect...

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Her

 

Her!

Her back, 
She appeared as her wings. 

Her eyes,
She showed the flames kept in it. 

Her jeans, shorts or any of clothes, 
Not just clothes, she showed her as a pearl hidden in the river. 

Her fingers, 
She showed as the waves move in the sea. 

Her Nails,
She showed that it was a stone peace that was part of the mountains.

Her Lips,
Well, it was a sweet poison, cha...

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