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My Sharpie Love
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My love for Sharpie grew with my height and though my growth stunted at the age of 18, sharpie just grew beyond limits. There were times when I only ate, drank, slept and loved sharpie with every inch of my existence. But as fate would have it, I would go on long sabbaticals with family pressures, work life imbalance, petty issues that needed immediate attention, crappy relatives stalling my progress with innumerable suitors lined up to weigh me up to see if I matched their uncouth offspring’s existence and unworthy demands…
My Sharpie Love
My love for Sharpie grew with my height and though my growth stunted at the age of 18, sharpie just grew beyond limits. There were times when I only ate, drank, slept and loved sharpie with every inch of my existence. But as fate would have it, I would go on long sabbaticals with family pressures, work life imbalance, petty issues that needed immediate attention, crappy relatives stalling my progress with innumerable suitors lined up to weigh me up to see if I matched their uncouth offspring’s existence and unworthy demands…
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The Artist
The name is Nisha,
Always wondering, where is ‘My Right’ Disha (direction).
Sentimental, overtly emotional, mentally stable and fun to the core,
This human is nothing close to normal, remember that, let that be on an encore.
This is a story of an Artist, untold,
Yes, she’s an Artist, not too old.
A little shy, a little bubbly, a little too bold,
But truth is, she’s the one with a heart of gold.
Why choose Art, why not a better option?
Everybody questioned here determination.
Life wasn’t exactly the way she had dreamt,
Nothing was interesting to her, only art seemed to tempt.
She turned out different, her folks would complain,
Why O’ Why, she wondered with a heart filled with pain.
Someday, she thought, they all will clearly see,
What art would do and how it would set her free