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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.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

Elisabeta dreams of a shadowed castle and a man she cannot forget Drawn into a world of art, secrets and whispered memories she feels a pull she cannot resist. The man is waiting. Some love cannot be escaped, some fates cannot be denied.

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

*Release every friday 6pm* These are not love poems/stories They are fragments of presence. Traces left behind after a look, a silence, a message unanswered. I wrote them without knowing if anyone would ever read them and that's maybe why they feel real. Some were born from fascination. Some from longing. Others from the simple act of noticing. They weren't written to be understood. Just to be felt, for a second, by someone who might know what it's like to feel too much and say almost nothing. By @eicsmarie

They never spoke. They never touched. Yet something between them burned-slowly, silently-like a prayer that heaven refused to hear. This isn't a love story carved in sweet endings. It's a wound disguised as a heartbeat- a storm that lived, raged, and died quietly inside one girl's chest. She watched him when the world wasn't watching. She memorized the way he breathed, the way he existed like poetry that was never meant for her- while she stayed hidden in the quiet corners of his life. She felt everything. He remained untouched. He was distant, untouchable- a star she was never meant to hold. Yet to her, he was the gravity that held her together... and the force that tore her apart. This isn't a story about being seen. It's about loving someone so fiercely, so sacredly in silence, that even absence began to feel like a presence. Because some stories are too raw to be told, too holy to be spoken aloud- they exist only in stolen glances, in the quiet ache of never being enough. ~~~ His Silence, My Storm: Loving in Shadows A haunting tale of unspoken love, quiet obsession, and a girl who shattered beautifully for a boy who never knew she was breaking.

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

Mia Hopper never thought she would follow in her father's footsteps. Growing up as Chief Jim Hopper's daughter meant learning how to listen, how to stay alert, how to live surrounded by questions-but Mia never believed she had what it took to become like him. She wasn't made for badges or crime scenes. She didn't want that life. Her dream was different. Or at least she thought. Ballet studios, aching muscles, mirrored rooms, and music filling the silence. Mia always believed her future was waiting somewhere far from Hawkins-on a stage, under bright lights, dancing for a prestigious classical company. That was the dream she held onto, the one thing that felt truly hers. But the future had other plans- or maybe it's better to say that Hawkins had other plans. Hawkins was never supposed to be the kind of town where children disappear. But when Will Byers vanishes on November 6, 1983, everything changes. Mia returns to Hawkins after going to New York to check on his mother during Halloween break, thinking to find the old and monotonous Hawkings waiting for her as usual-school, family, normal life. Instead, she finds a town holding its breath, a mother unraveling, a boy missing, and a truth no one seems ready to face. Raised between police stations and unanswered questions, Mia doesn't just watch the investigation unfold-she becomes part of it. While the adults search for logic and the kids cling to hope, Mia starts noticing the things that don't add up. The silences. The patterns. The feeling that Hawkins itself is hiding something. As lines blur between grief, loyalty, and truth, Mia must decide how far she's willing to go to uncover what really happened to Will Byers-and what kind of "investigator" she's willing to become. Because in Hawkins, nothing ever truly disappears. It just waits to be found.

Even when the light breaks, it remembers how to shine. - Chronicles of the Fractured Light by Thalia Miren In a realm where thought speaks louder than words and light holds the memory of souls, a young emissary of peace and a rising commander are bound by a love forged beyond time. But when the unthinkable happens, their unity is torn - and so is the world that trusted their strength. As ancient energies stir and betrayal casts its long shadow, they must search through shattered visions, haunted silences, and fading starlight to reclaim what was taken. And to remember who they are - as one. A story of soul-deep love, telepathic bonds, sacred legacies, and the quiet power of those who carry light even when it breaks.

I grew up quiet - not because I had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

They told me to stay quiet. To smile, to endure, to bury the words that burned inside me. But silence is heavy. And sometimes the only way to survive is to write the things no one wants to hear. This book is a collection of truths-raw, tender, and unapologetically human. It speaks of invisible wounds, love that aches, hope that refuses to die, and the quiet rebellion of being yourself in a world that demands masks. If you've ever felt too much, stayed unheard, or carried a storm inside- these words are for you.

This is the journal I write in when life feels quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. The place where love gets messy, calm gets interrupted, and I learn who I am in the moments between the two. These entries aren't polished. They're raw, unfiltered, and written from the space between wanting peace and chasing fire. If you've ever loved someone you shouldn't, waited for someone who didn't show up, or felt yourself slipping in and out of chaos - this is for you.

Love glooming between a teacher and student. Doesn't sounds right? It will now. Presenting you the new age love story that crosses all barriers, all hurdles that come their way. Natasha has always been a girl who is determined and focused on her goals. She is the only child of her parents and would never let them down no matter what comes. Abhimanyu is a young, handsome guy who loves his teaching and is extremely passionate about his writings. He is a happy go lucky person who believes in less savings, more expend. What happens when two of them meet and fall in love? How far does this love story goes and what all ups and downs it has? Read all about Natasha and Abhimanyu in this romantic book with hardships of life they faced.

When twenty-nine-year-old Edgar Conner's band collapses and his life stalls in the wreckage, he ends up behind the bar at a dim little place called The Lighthouse. One late night, while wiping down empty glasses and nursing a bruised ego, he meets Mia Presley - a freelance photographer with a quiet intensity and a camera bag full of secrets. Their connection sparks in fragments - coffee after shifts, late walks by the waterfront, shared exhaustion and half-meant laughter. But beneath the growing closeness runs the ache of two people who have learned to protect themselves more than they've ever learned to love. When old fears resurface, Mia pulls away, leaving Edgar to face the silence he's always tried to outrun. Music becomes his only language again - raw, stripped down, painfully honest. His songs reach her before his words do, and soon both realize what they had wasn't dependency; it was balance. Months later, they find each other again - older in quiet ways, steadier in fragile ones. Through art and sound, they rebuild something not perfect, but real: a love that doesn't rescue or consume, only holds steady through the weight of living. Set in a modern cityscape of rain-soaked nights, dim bars, and unspoken apologies, Unsteady is a story about learning that being broken isn't failure - it's human. And sometimes, the bravest thing two people can do is stand side by side, unsteady, but together.

Poems from the heart that encase the emotions of an anxious, panic ridden fifteen year old girl who doesn't really have any experience with real love or heartbreak, but thinks she does. What I've learned from my "experiences" is that we get from a situation what we give to a situation. Even though, yeah, it's fucking hard sometimes to try and get over something or someone, we have to get over it at some point, or else what would be the point of waking in the morning and sleep in the night? There would be no point in anything. So try and beat what you thought was impossible to beat, fight what you thought was impossible to fight, and conquer the sickness you feel inside.

"The Letters I Never Sent: Unsent, Unspoken" is a home for words that were never spoken and letters that were never sent. It carries the weight of feelings kept in silence-the love, longing, regret, and truths we were too afraid or too late to share. Some hearts know how to speak; others learn to endure quietly. This book gives voice to those silent hearts, turning unsent letters into shared memories and unspoken emotions into something finally felt.

a piece that tastes like overthinking at 2 a.m. this isn't a poem. this isn't a rant. this isn't a vent. it's that quiet, chaotic spiral your brain goes into when everything feels almost fine―but not quite. imagine a life that's perfect. now imagine the lie it takes to make it look that way. this is about that. --- if you're reading this, and it resonates with you, i'm glad you found it.

Some people don't leave loudly. They leave through silence. Through late replies. Through conversations that slowly stop. Mahima is not a love story with a happy ending. It's about one-sided love, unanswered feelings, and the pain of being emotionally present for someone who was never fully there. This story is about moments that never happened, words that were never spoken, and a bond that existed only in one heart. If you have ever waited for a reply that never came, this story might feel uncomfortably familiar. Mahima - When Replies Were Not Enough is a part of my book Life Is a Circle.

If Christmas doesn't hit the same anymore, you'll understand. Some ghosts wear tinsel.