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**Ink & Ishq: A Melodic Fusion of Words and Emotions**

Dive into the enchanting world of 'Ink & Ishq,' where the universal language of poetry bridges the gap between English and Urdu. This exquisite collection of verses beautifully weaves the intricacies of two cultures, capturing the essence of love, passion, and life's profound moments.

Each page is a canvas painted with emotions, where ink dances gracefully to the rhythm of Ishq (love). Through the lens of language, explore the depths of human experience, from the sweet ache of longing to the jubilant celebrations of joy. This bilingual poetry book offers a soulful journey that transcends boundaries and speaks to the heart.

Whether you're a connoisseur of poetry or a newcomer to its embrace, 'Ink & Ishq' invites you to savor the beauty of words and emotions intertwined. Immerse yourself in this poetic tapestry, where English and Urdu become harmonious partners in the symphony of feelings."All Rights Reserved

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My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Married To My Teacher by user3026

Story of a beautiful , intelligent 18 years old girl who was forced to marry a guy, engaged to her sister. " Dear Mom I don't think I would be able to attend this wedding . Sorry for being disrespectfull and sorry for leaving you in this situation. I told you many times that I am not interested in the rubbish you call wedding but you was too busy to listen. And one more thing, I am capable of choosing my life partner. I don't need your involvement in my life. Your not so loving, caring and obedient daughter Anamika." This story revolves around these two people how they got married, how their love blossom, how they stand with each other no matter what the situation was. What happens when their marriage takes a turn for the worst or they started getting attention from the unwanted lovers . "We need to work out our problems " I softly said taking a deep breath. But he preten as if he didn't hear a word I said and started the car engine, causing q loud roar to explode through the air. "Do you still want to be with me "I question after some time. " He signed and finally glanced over at me " honestly I don't know anymore "he answered breaking my heart into billion unfixable peices. Give this story a try if you really wanna read something spicy yet cute🙌. #1 in parthsamthaan (1 November 2021) #2 in wattpad ( 29 June 2022 ) #6 in general fiction (29 June 2022) #1 in jannat zubair (3 July 2022) #1 in Wattpad contest ( 1 Oct 2022)

THE PREMISE OF LOVE by helloougly

My Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to touch the hearts and minds of readers throughout generations. At its essence, poetry is a dance of words that elevates ordinary language to extraordinary heights. Each poem is a carefully chosen arrangement of words, rhythm, and sound, forming a symphony that resonates within the reader's soul. With brevity and precision, poetry captures the depth of human emotions, painting vivid pictures with metaphors and similes that evoke powerful imagery. Poetry celebrates the beauty of language itself, as poets play with the melody of words, the interplay of sounds, and the cadence of lines. Through rhyme, alliteration, and repetition, poems become a melody for the mind, etching their verses into memory. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, poetry is a vessel for self-expression and introspection. Poets lay bare their innermost thoughts and feelings, exploring the complexities of the human condition. Whether it's love, heartbreak, joy, sorrow, hope, or despair, poetry offers an emotional sanctuary for both the poet and the reader. In its various forms and styles, poetry showcases the boundless creativity of the human mind. From structured forms like sonnets and haikus to free verse that flows unbridled, each style carries its unique allure, giving poets the freedom to experiment with different techniques and tones. Poetry is an open invitation to interpretation and personal connection. The meaning of a poem may vary from person to person, allowing readers to bring their own experiences and emotions into the verses. This openness ensures that poetry remains relevant and relatable, touching hearts across cultures and time.

intoxicated // poetry || 01 by carolineeclark

[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ████████████████ [ highest rank : 28 in poetry ] [ BOOK TWO IS OUT! ] [ Copyright ©2017 by carolineeclark All Rights Reserved ]

Poesy of Eloquence by nazahace

❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them. behold the splendor of my haven. ❞ •• "𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅." 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 And just as the verse goes, a masterpiece was confessed, except it is timeless and will survive long after their time ends. "𝑺𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒙𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 Poesy Of Eloquence is truly a book over whose pages we can obsess. Filled with emotions, at times raw, at times hurt, at times hurt, at others leaving you longing for love even rebellion in certain places. It captivates both the mind and heart. It is is uniquely eloquent, with vocabulary that some might find overbearing but it is such that it perfectly fits the complex emotions and hearts of humans, it adds an essence of elegance making the words dance similar to how our thoughts do when we read it. "𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒔, -𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 I do not always find quotable content, words such that I feel captivated. // Review by a reader.

When We Must Part (COMPLETE) by SaffiSanam

My Pain, Your Tears Your Pain, My Tears Then why do we cause each other pain? Why can't we just ignore each other, if our fate isn't to be together? Let me tell you why... because I can hurt you, I can love you, I can kiss you and I can torture you, but I can't ever leave you. The time will come though, when we must part... but who would have known that this wouldn't happen once, but over and over again in our lives, all the way through to death? Maybe in another lifetime, we can say that we mustn't part, but in this lifetime, our existence is not for each other. My love, when that day comes, keep me in your memories, not as a grand mistake, but as the dark love, who was not just harsh and cruel, but a part of your very own shadow. Please remember this, when we must part. -- There is a video trailer in the first chapter! This story has nothing to do with the show Sadda Haq, apart from the names of the characters. You can read it as original fiction!

when an aromantic falls in love by edenk4ng

I'm an aromantic, and always have been but found out late... it provided me with lots of clarity. However, I found myself in a deep struggle trying to differentiate between being in love & being lonely since it has happened to me countless times before. So here I write little things now and then about the girl I'm in love with, in hopes that eventually, I can find the truth about my desires. (oct) ----- I'm surely in love, yes. I'll proudly write and show off the girl I'm in love with, I'll tell the world how much I love her, I'll make others jealous about my unconditional love for her all the way through. My Brooklyn. (nov) ----- As much agony as I am in, falling back and forth wondering what my love truly is, I'm trapped. I'm trapped every time I look at her even if I try to look away. it has me sick to my stomach, but I don't really mind. maybe it can end the way I want? (dec) ----- 3 days before confessing. I've given up. I'm closing the book. I'm closing the story, I'll love her in a different way from now on, live a healthy life Brooklyn, I love you. Kiss the stars goodnight for me, my beloved.

I Will Always be his REPLACED BRIDE by Skhan_09

I can see through my veil, that all the people are congratulating each other, and are happy on my marriage... My eyes have started to get blurry and tears are about to fall And then I look for my husband who was first going to be my sister's husband sitting beside me with no emotions... His face has no emotions at all... All I was expecting was him to look at me atleast once... His jaw was clenched and he was cursing something, his hand were formed in a fist, i was very scared only looking at him.. I dont know how i was going to face him all my life.. i really wish, if my parents would be alive i would not be in this situation.. thinking about them a low sob escaped my lips... But I very well knew one thing that "I will always be his replaced bride" There is lots of drama in this story.. And what will happen when there will also be an entry of a baby..🤔🤔 Lets.. Read to find out..😊😊 Hey guys, I want to make one thing clear that DO NOT COPY MY BOOK... if i find similar matter in other books i wont hesitate to Report.. Thankyou so much for clicking on my book... do give it a try you wont regret i promise ♡︎ Started on 8th March 2022 Ended on 25th April 2022

Hidden Echoes by fallenleaf___

Yusra: Don't hurt me in the way I cannot even recover. Shazal: Do you not realize, there's no one but you for me? Daniyal: She let the tears fall, but it weren't for me. Zumar: You fall in love and then, fall out of it. It's not that big of a deal. Amaan: The knife that stabbed you twisted into me, why do you think I'm less hurt? Rashed: We are perfect for each other. Two doomed souls, bound to be together. ๑ ❥ ๑ I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discovered, a paradox of desire and denial. Two tales binding six people, One wishing to keep it buried, the other yearning for it to be discovered. >Slow burñ >añgst Sequel to the book 'Under That Niqab'.

Falling Harder✔ by talesofmaya

Love,a magnamous four lettered word that can provoke joy, happiness yet it has the the power to incite destruction and chaos. Why is it always linked with pain? Her heart barricaded by walls of self belief, decorated with tangled thread of Faith and integrity , she craves love that has infinte depths after bumping into a heartbreak that leaves her helter skelter. Craving and wanting is another part of life that only the lucky get what they really want. Him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, lightens up other people's worlds but to his misfortune his world is full of darkness that would only be illuminated by her presence in his life. But they are contrast to one another. Will they have an intertwined fate together? Be with me to discover the fate of these two caged hearts. Gorgeous cover by Twinkle_Teardrops

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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.