Unseen Stories

hi guys there will be some unseen episodes of tv serials

This poem is for those who feel left out

har ek mohabbat haqiqat nhi hota har koi jism ka bhuka nhi hota. chuu to rooh ko bhi lu ... janab har rooh k koi thikana nhi hota ... woh chand tha ..mera sitara theri main uski... mere pyaar k gawah tha asmaan sitara thi to kya hua paa leti usey.. afasos agar insaano ne usey mujhse chinaa nhi hota

"We are surrounded by billions, yet we die in the silence of our own skin. This is a collection of one-shots for those who were always the background characters in someone else's story. It is for the souls who were a 'burden'-the afterthoughts that withered while everyone else was busy looking at their watches. These are the stories of the fragmented sighs no one bothered to catch and the tears that fell into empty hands.

Echoes Within is a series of deeply personal and melancholic poems that explore the silent struggles of feeling invisible, disconnected, and unneeded. Through simple yet poignant language, these poems give voice to the aching loneliness of living as if unseen,wandering through life as an extra in someone else's story, fading quietly into absence. This collection delves into the raw emotions of isolation and the painful truth of feeling purposeless, asking haunting questions of existence and belonging. It is both a mirror of quiet despair and a whispered testament to the hidden depths of the human soul. This series invites readers into a world of intimate reflection, bearing witness to feelings often left unspoken, while gently reminding us all of the profound need to be seen, heard, and remembered.

Jumping off a cliff is easy. Dealing with loneliness isn't the easiest thing.

A genuine action demonstrates the hopefulness of love regardless where we may place ourselves in a certain moment, in a certain perspective, and in a uncertain future. This brief booklet of acrostic poems means so much to me that I am at a loss of words to say- I was hopeful when I felt unsure about myself when I wrote these acrostic poems for my benefit in relieving myself from the stress, the worry, and the every day fumbles that winds up as a mistake or failure in my mentality. Hopefully, I hope this work of fictional acrostic poetry will mean something to you, the reader.

Prose and poetry birthed by bleeding collective thoughts on paper. obtained by standing still and watching movements pass by

Explained like an Expansion

small qoutes and "stories" *can be triggering if you have a delicate mind* This is the third book in a triology called Tired Of Trying. All books can be read individually.

"If life was soil, logic would be the skyscrapers, and humans, parasites on the concrete, feeding on horror." ******************* Creepy feeling is one hell of a badass, but if you want the badass all to yourself..... Read my book to delve into some of the best horror stories. Have a freaked out read !

For years Samantha Joy listened to her grandfather's stories that entwined our world of fact with the realm of fantasy. When she was old enough she took her inherited story telling prowess and turned his tales into books that soared to the top of the best sellers lists, but her words didn't catch the attention of only the raving teen population... she caught the attention of a world she didn't even believe existed. Her long time best friends Alice Lucien & Oliver Edwards appeared in a streak of class and obscurity for their 10year High School Reunion and show her exactly how far this Rabbit Hole goes.

The alert went off at 3:17 a.m. But this wasn't like any other emergency alert. It knew my name. It knew I was awake. Every vibration, every knock, every whisper... was meant for me alone. And when it finally said "All Clear", the world outside was still the same... but I knew I wasn't. Are you awake? Or is it already watching you?

Behind every smile that comforts others is a heart that carries silent battles. This piece reflects on the unseen struggles of a good friend-the one who gives endlessly, hides their pain, and yet deserves the same care they offer so freely.

A teenager on the brink of adulthood, living in a world wrapped tight around her thoughts-overflowing with unspoken words, still trying to romanticize life through her love for cats, cars, nature, and the dear friends who lift her spirit-like a poem still unfolding, line by line. Not a teenager anymore......

Loving someone who's miles apart from you is a waste of time. Why don't you waste it on someone who can show actions to prove that he really loves you? You have your assurance. You can be with him/her anytime and anywhere you want. Not to someone you don't even know nor met in person. For years, Aeina never really expected to fall in love with someone she didn't even met. She only have his name in her palms. She even lost her communication at him for years. This kind of love... is unbelievable! Wait... Is this even called love? Basta! Gustong-gusto ko siyang makita! Gusto ko rin siyang mahawakan at mayakap ng mahigpit. I want him to stay by my side when I'm feeling down and ganoon din ang gagawin ko sa kaniya. I want to cuddle with him too and... kiss, too. I want to give him my first because all this feelings is new to me. And he made me feel this! "I love you... Even if I can't hold you. Even if I can't kiss you. Even if I can't reach you."

Hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon, maliwanag ang paligid mo. May mga bagay na maganda lalo na kung napagmamasdan mo subalit mas gaganda pa pala kung papakiramdaman lang ito. Sa paglipas ng panahon, mas naintindihan ko na ang pag-ibig ay hindi mo matatagpuan sa pamamagitan ng mga mata, kung hindi ay sa pakiramdan na sa puso nagmumula. Pag-ibig na hindi maglalaho kailanman.

Before You Read This is not a story of healing. There is no rising. No revenge. Only a woman who was quietly undone by the places and people she once trusted. They didn't destroy her with violence. They drained her with indifference. Used her until she forgot her own name, then left her with her own silence like it was a gift. She was not feared. She was not envied. She was simply convenient reliable, obedient, disposable. She gave and they took. And when there was nothing left, they asked for more.. She loved and was used. She worked and was erased. She stayed and became invisible. No one ever asked if she was okay. Her pain didn't come from one moment. It came from a thousand small ones. Unspoken. Accumulated. Ignored. This short Story is her breath in the dark. Her memory before it vanishes. Her voice before it fades for good. This story is not told in traditional chapters. It is written as one continuous piece because her pain never paused. Each title you see represents a small, quiet moment a brief breath in the long, aching phases of her life. Moments of silence, use, heartbreak, erasure, and survival. Moments that were never meant to be remembered, but refused to be forgotten. This is her voice, spoken in fragments. Not to rise only to be heard, if only once. If you are looking for hope, you will not find it here. But if you have ever felt like you were dying while everyone else called you strong then this is yours. Written for the forgotten, by one of them.. - Iman Gajraj

Sometimes you feel like you aren't good enough, that the people around you are bothered by you. you feel like a burden to all the hearts which you want to protect. This poem is about how I personally feel as a burden to everyone around me, how I feel when those hearts which mean the most to me treat me like I don't exist. Also, Apologies, I know I'm not good at what I'm writing, But I am trying to improve.

🔸 Gandhi vs. Global Shadows Gandhi and Hitler (letters) Gandhi and Stalin (state vs. soul) Gandhi and Mussolini (fascism rising) Gandhi and Churchill (Empire's arrogance) Gandhi and Lincoln (slavery vs. untouchability) 🔸 Gandhi and Forgotten India Gandhi and Jallianwala Bagh Gandhi and Partition Gandhi and Khudai Khidmatgars Gandhi and Birsa Munda Gandhi and Bhagat Singh 🔸 Gandhi and the Margins Gandhi and Caste (vs Ambedkar) Gandhi and Women (Kasturba's silence) Gandhi and Dalit Children Gandhi and Hindu-Muslim Unity Gandhi and the Adivasis 🔸 Gandhi and the World Gandhi and the Titanic Gandhi and the Spanish Flu (he survived it) Gandhi and Einstein (letters) Gandhi and Charlie Chaplin (technology conversation) Gandhi and Mandela (legacy continuation) 🔸 Gandhi's Personal Shadows Gandhi and his eldest son (Harilal Gandhi) Gandhi and celibacy experiments Gandhi and South African regrets Gandhi and Kasturba's death Gandhi and personal guilt ✍️ Written & Narrated by: Nitesh Patil 🎯 Tone: Intense | Format: Wattpad storytelling | Purpose: Truth as an Eye-opener