The Eternal Paradox of Love

For now, I'll be lost in this beautiful nightmare, ‘till you come back, I'll remain standing right here.

Do I ever cross your mind?

You were once a daisy—pure and gentle, but now you're a rose—beautiful, yet cruel with thorns.

Do I still cross your mind anymore?

Love, in its truest essence, is both a sanctuary and a battlefield. It builds cathedrals of hope within us, yet leaves echoes of emptiness in its wake.

Even in its devastation, it whispers promises of renewal, reminding us that to love is to endure, to surrender, and to revel in the exquisite paradox of possessing what can never truly be ours.

Between passion and pride, I am both prisoner and protector of my wounded soul.

Love transcends the fragile bounds of time, an infinite truth in the heart's sublime.

Ujaan Ghosh