GreenQueen741
"In a world of quiet paradoxes, we burn our souls to keep them clean."
Two languages. Countless paradoxes. One honest reflection of the human soul.
These poems are born from the quiet corners of my own life-a tapestry woven from personal experiences, moments observed in others, and the wild, unfiltered thoughts that surface during late-night overthinking.
To look within is to enter a labyrinth of contradictions-where love wears velvet chains, peace is forged in fiery trials, and the mind becomes a library haunted by its own thoughts.
Soft as a velvet touch, sharp as a hidden blade, this bilingual collection (Hindi & English) explores the internal courtrooms, ticking clocks, and delicate dualities of human existence:
ЁЯОм The courtroom of self-judgment
тП│ The ticking hourglass of existence
ЁЯЧбя╕П The thin line between devotion and ruin
ЁЯУЬ The quiet refuge of late-night thoughts
"For '0' is the One who stands by me, on late nights inside the library."
A sanctuary for restless minds, wandering souls, and those who dare to look behind the mask