மைக்கும்... ரத்தத்துக்கும் இடையில்...

Between Ink and Blood A poet began with the simple intention of portraying femininity through his words. He traced her beauty, her silence, and the depth hidden within her eyes, believing that every line would bring him closer to describing her. But every time he wrote about her eyes, something within him changed. He slowly crossed the boundaries of his own masculinity and dissolved into a tenderness he could no longer hide. The world saw a page filled with femininity. But the truth was far more personal. Those words were not merely expressions of femininity. They were the fragments of a poet who tried to write about a woman, only to discover that he was bleeding his own masculinity onto the page. Between ink and blood lies the heart of a poet — where love is written, and the writer himself slowly disappears. — Imranul