Ink & Ishq ( english - urdu poetry )
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  • Reads 4,126
  • Votes 98
  • Parts 28
  • Time 20m
Ongoing, First published Sep 22, 2023
**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."
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