Deepemotions Stories

PLEASE READ FULLY: "Between the Tears and the Tiny Moments" is a tender, unfiltered collection of poems tracing the inner landscape of a first-time mother navigating postpartum depression. Through quiet confessions, aching honesty, and flashes of fierce love, these poems hold space for the exhaustion, the guilt, the loneliness-and the small, sacred moments that keep her reaching for light. This book is a reminder that motherhood can be both beautiful and brutal, that healing is not linear, and that even in the darkest seasons, a mother's heart keeps learning how to stay. This collection is still in the making. My baby is still in infancy, and I am still finding my way through the shifting landscape of postpartum. These poems are my diary-an unfolding record of the tenderness, the ache, the small miracles, and the moments that nearly undo me. I am writing from inside the experience, not after it, and I want you to feel that honesty in every line. One day, when I have made it through the trenches and can look back with steadier hands, I hope to publish this book for every parent who has ever felt alone in their feelings. Postpartum can be beautiful. It can also be brutal. And far too often, the hardest parts are carried in silence. If you are a mother or father walking your own path through postpartum and would like to share a moment, a story, or an emotion to be included in this project, I invite you to reach out. Please send me a private message- I check them every Friday- and I will gladly shape your experience into a poem. Together, we can take raw, vulnerable moments and transform them into something beautiful, something to hold onto, something that reminds us that none of us walk this journey alone.

He was the calm she never understood, and the storm she couldn't walk away from. "You didn't ask for my heart... but somehow, it found its way to you." - Roohi Roohi had once painted love in colors of forever, until heartbreak turned her dreams into quiet greys. But her buried feelings emerge out when she comes across the boy with quiet charm who feels like home "You called me home without ever saying it out loud." - Aarav Aarav doesn't believe in perfect endings-just scars hidden behind smiles. But when Roohi walks in, something begins to shift-slow, quiet, undeniable and even silence begins to feel like something worth staying for. A story about falling in love, experiencing heartbreak, and having the courage to find love again. Two hearts scarred by the past. One friendship that feels too right. And a love that was never promised - yet refuses to fade. ✨ A slow-burn story of healing, heartbreak, and the kind of love that finds you when you least expect it. #healing #college #romance #friendstolovers #slowburn #indianromance #emotionalfiction Jump in to walk along the journey of Roohi and Aarav's Happily ever after...or their heartbreak

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

ONE REPORT AND IT ALL CHANGED. THAT'S HOW LIFE IS ; UNPREDICTABLE AND UNCERTAIN. Let's dive deep in to know about how it all changed. I just hope you will love it.I would really love to know your thoughts about it.

Isha -"tujhe jeet jeet vaarun, mai praan praan vaaru." Shivansh-"tu jo choole pyaar se, araam se mit jaaun." He was the discipline of dawn. She was the prayer of dusk. He stood in devotion. She knelt in faith. When he walked, the earth bowed; when she smiled, the universe exhaled. He was the soldier who worshipped the soil he bled for, and she was the girl who turned pain into worship. What began as innocence, bloomed into surrender. What began as silence, became Shiv Sakti , a love that wasn't about possession, but about becoming one in devotion.

A collection of my poems.

A collection of poems about the different phases of love everyone relates to .

Some emotions can't be spoken- so they were etched here, softly and deeply.

A beautiful und sweet romance at the sea in England :) Very british! Bring your cup of tea. ;) There are cookies for all who are interested to read Lighthouse... :D

"Why do you always sit in the void?" In which Troubled teen, Harry styles, lives in candy land. He finds some place interesting, and is warned not to go there again. But, he does. He goes again and wakes up in a hospital, suddenly nothing is the same and he has to figure out why he got here, falling in love with Louis Tomlinson on the way

🌛𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐜o𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 💫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 🌜

This is something super short I came up with instead of paying attention in class.

What if a new life knocks the door of your life but you are not prepared for the same.. Will you be happy for his presence of upset for being irresponsible Will you accept it as the god's gift or abortion will be your choice Will he see the world or will he be left as " The unborn"

This is a very short story of some personal feelings of my own and how I believe some people may also feel. People who don't feel like they fit in. People who struggle to know whether they're wanted, whether they're loved by the people around them.

❝silence is the most powerful scream❞ [i hope this story brings you as much comfort as it did for me]

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. The thoughts and emotions I battle and the imaginary scenarios I dream up sometimes. Think of this is as my own public diary. . I will warn there are some themes surrounding mental health, self harming thoughts and actions, and talk of traumatising events. Please check tags for trigger warnings.

Written for broken souls. The poetry should help those struggling with deppression, sadness and anxiety. Read a poem a day for best results.

This is my first book that I ever wrote. It is a collection of poetries and quotes written by me. I really hope you'll like it. Kindly do not try to copy any of the poetries Or quotes. I might take time to upload new poetries and quotes as I need sometime to write the new poetries. I hope you understand ☺️ *Disclaimer*: The pictures are not owned by me credits to the rightful owner.

Reader I will not go much in description...just read and let imagery flow in your cranium. A teenage love story but unsure if it is "love".. ill update the story soon ; peace & love to all ♡

a short story that talks about a girl.. who shares her journey from birth to death through a letter before dying.