As the pen started painting,
And the brush started writing.

A writer fell for an artist again.

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Your favorite big brush
Has always brought
Fascination to me.
It has hair as soft as yours,
Just silkier.
I pick it up in my fingers
And you ask me if I wish
To paint something.

I push you on to the bed
And undo the covers,
Of not just the brush.
My fingers and the brush
Run all over your skin.
All over.
I paint your spine yellow
And stroke colors
In irregular patterns on
Your belly.
As I bite your right ear,
My brush covers a distance
From your belly button
To where you desire the most,
All orange, all dry.
You see, adding liquids
Isn't a worry over there.

"What are you doing?"
"Painting my future."

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A painter's life could be deciphered from the color choices, articulate strokes, chosen theme and depth of the paintings. When the painter's existence is showered by a piquant fresh love, the nuances and the subtle changes in the paintings illustrates the hospitality, warmth and trust intertwined in their relationship.

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Going through a tough patch?
Wait ,
That's how God brush your future,
it's gonna be shiny

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जनाब बिना छुरी - चम्मच के भी खाया जाता है खाना ! !
अगर दिल लग जाए किसी पे तो इसमें हर्ज क्या जरा बताना ?

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Then, some people spilled a
black ink upon my colourful piece.
They laughed, I brushed.
An art was mastered.
Little did they forget I am an Artist.

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Crush now a days like brush,
people need it every day.😂

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A hundred days and nights
Had passed,
My brushes are still wet,
But vibrant colours are
In extremis.
A hundred days and nights
Had passed,
I'm still a ravenous artist,
Starving for parchment paper.
I'll walk even a thousand miles
To finish my splendiferous work!

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He -smile baby...me photo le raha hu tumhari
She -dekho mene aaj brush ni kia hai..

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I, "Da'vinci" ,
You "Mona-lisa"
...❤♂♀♂♀❤...
Wrote You
Got praised....

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