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‘Nice!’ he says without a hint of emotion as my brain cells quarrel with each other to analyze what it really means. Yet, I smile a broad-teeth showing smile, fully knowing that his going to return me one of his own. I call him an introvert, silent; a man of virtue yet filled with so much of questions for his little head. It would cost too much trouble if you speak with him and not look at those chaotic black eyes. A zeal of words; the voices escapes unwillingly through his half- pouted mouth pleasuring the commotion it results. Reputed for a shy being, only people closest know even the blood flowing in him enlightens the vigor of a warrior. Only few people realize the veiled threat that is portrayed in those mischief twinkles. No wonder he reflects the eye of a tornado; calm and callous. When the delicate fingers of wind tangle his rough hair, hose strands of hair flirt with the eyes that are busy flirting with the world around. A square peg ion a round hole, he reminds of s...

The first time I saw him, I was petrified. His aura clanged to my nerves and won’t let go. The clean-cut hair with its deceiving hairline made in the trendiest fashion made him resembles some sort of model for a shampoo add. The deep sunken eyes carried the late long hours of concentration and the genuine happiness for whatever it caught. The dark thin eyelash hid the little know fact of his late-night parties. His aquiline nose made him resembles so much like the cruel birds hunting their prey, yet the rosy cheeks and perfect white teeth condemn just the opposite. One look at the chubby nose and you’d be unnerved to unfold all the secrets underneath it. An olive complexion broad should fell in the thin waist that gave rise to his long, slender legs. A man at ease, he knew exactly what needed to be done. When those loafers moved to the rhythm of the Rolex that was fastened in his hands, it was as if the cupid descended the earth. The rising and falling chest could not easily hide...

When the delicate fingers of sunlight hits your vines like strands of hair entangled in itself, you shine like flower slowly sheading your petals from your face. Dark chocolate like skin shines with vanilla like purity when those lips curve in a smile. A broad smile; bit by bit showing your crystal like soul. The eyes coal like showing your heart full of embraces and love for the world. When I gaze at you, you fill up my every void.

He is an introvert; a silent simple man people would call him. But to me he is the eye of a tornado, callous and calm. – as his name suggest, he is the sun radiating vigor in my life. He is also the Shakespeare of many badly written poems. We not only share the same habit of torturing people through mock politeness, but also the same age. Although smaller than me, he stands with confidence and pride hung in his nose. Badly built man, evolution hasn’t favored him as he reassembles a lot like an ape. His versatile taste amazes me yet when we get together chaos of Euphoria surrounds us. A baffled man, he is the one who slakes my every thought of malice. People would call us best friends but I call me my inbred melee.

The smile; with its long and delicate fingers gently parts my strawberry like full lips, swiftly flowing from those parted lips down to the aisle where it nests forever in the cores of my pampered heart; that sings, screams, flings, and clings to the cruelty of the loved jet black coal like eyes that stubbornly refuses to stop feasting on my hazel ones; for it shows my crystal like soul burning with fire for an ambrosia like love that prognosticates the promises for tomorrow and days after that.