Deepthoughts Stories

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

Ruh-e-Ulfat (رُوحِــالفت) - The Soul of Love Before the storms, before the battles and broken streets, there was a love that burned quietly, beautifully, and fiercely. Rehman and Ulfat met in a world full of chaos, yet somehow, their hearts found each other amidst the noise. The first glances, the shy smiles, the stolen moments - each one building a bond stronger than words could capture. Their early marriage was a dance of laughter and quiet understanding, of whispered promises in the night and gentle reassurances by day. Every argument ended with tenderness, every disagreement with patience, because love - raw, real, and untested - had a way of filling every crack. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat: a story of beginnings, of hearts entwined, of moments before the world demanded sacrifices, and of a love so alive it could conquer even the shadows yet to come.

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

YEAR END MINI AWARDS: BEST ACTIVITY STYLE MOTIVATIONAL CONTENT 🏆 ------------------------------- ​This is a ⚡️ Q&A ⚡️BOOK IN WHAT ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR ?, I Open The Floor To Myself and You All to find the answers that ley deeply in our souls. The Questions We Should Ask Ourselves ​Its true importance lies in presenting a set of fundamental questions-the ones that each of us should give ourselves the time to ask, honestly and often. JOIN ME.😁 LET'S SEE THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOULS.

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

These chapters are moments based on the songs the author has imagined them in. These are pieces of love and longing based on the mood of the song.

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

I can't stop my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

Feels like a living nightmare but so hauntingly beautiful, deceiving us into staying a little longer...

Rehman and Ulfat's love was never ordinary. In the narrow streets of Lyari, it burned fierce and loud. Life tried to tear them apart, but even death could not silence what was written in their souls. Nineteen years after their wedding, Rehman and Ulfat stand at the crossroads of memory and reality. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat, a story of love, loss, and souls intertwined, where fire and calm, chaos and silence, exist together in a bond that death cannot undo. رحمان و الفت

𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

A bunch of words strung together randomly. A book of unorganised thoughts. A couple concerning, a few pretty. My diary. I could be anyone. I could be your best friend, your worst enemy. Your family, a stranger you saw on the bus. The girl in class you never noticed, your teacher, the ld man that reads news paper at the park. I am a person in this world, and this is my diary.

Everyone drains their day in a diary so do I. But I even love to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, so how it would be if both are combined...? Featured on @newlywrittenbooks

A mini-collection of poems about love, heartbreak, and the fire we hide inside. This collection explores the emotions of loving someone - the highs, the lows, and the silent burning of a crush you can never have.

An encyclopedia of adages, proverbs, phrases, and sayings of the English language, curated to preserve creativity among many cultures and lived experiences. Each entry offers a gentle reflection and real-life example, guiding readers through the subtle wisdom of everyday speech. This collection remains open to contribution, correction, and variation, allowing language to grow through shared understanding. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

Sometimes, when the night is quiet enough, we can still feel it. Like a memory knocking softly, asking if we can still remember everything inside our dreams. The fragments. The quiet thoughts. Even the adventurous wonders. We linger in them, hoping our dreams will lead us somewhere enchanting. We dream. We imagine. We wander into the great abyss-getting lost inside our own Dreamland. The stories we are meant to hold are meant to be written. Each one carries its own tale, its own chapter. And as a dreamer longing to remember, I wrote this for you- to immerse yourself, and to join me inside my dream.

A quiet entrance can be the most dangerous one. In a place where noise hides truth and everyone pretends not to see what stands in plain sight, one person walks in silently and begins to observe. Not with anger. Not with revenge. But with eyes open and spirit awake. What begins as a simple presence slowly turns into something much larger, as hidden tensions, whispered conversations, and ignored problems begin to surface. This cinematic chapter-poem follows the journey of someone who entered a storm they didn't create, yet somehow became the mirror that forced everything into the light. Every moment is a reflection on awareness, courage, faith, and the strange power of silence. Because sometimes the loudest change doesn't come from shouting. Sometimes it comes from the person who sees everything and refuses to pretend otherwise. Through observation, tension, revelation, and spiritual reflection, the story explores how truth moves through a room, how denial collapses when confronted with clarity, and how storms are sometimes necessary to clear the air. It is not a story of revenge. It is a story of awakening, accountability, and the quiet strength of someone who refuses to look away. With cinematic imagery and poetic intensity, this piece captures the feeling of walking into a place where something is deeply wrong, witnessing the cracks beneath the surface, and surviving the storm that follows when truth finally rises. At its core, it is also a spiritual reflection - gratitude for guidance through chaos, faith during conflict, and the belief that clarity arrives when it is meant to. Sometimes the storm is not sent to destroy. Sometimes it is sent to reveal. And sometimes the quietest person in the room is the one who sees the most.