Poetic Stories

"I had never expected this from you. Why did you lie to me if nothing was true?" I spoke my heart out shamelessly because today the limits were crossed. He knew exactly about my feelings and he still played with them. He mocked my emotions, my love, my respect for him. I don't have anything left for him anymore. I don't know where am I getting my anger from, but I cannot withstand this much insult.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: Some parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors, and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Dear Life (we need to talk) is a collection of thoughts, memories, people, awkward conversations, late-night overthinking, and the strange loneliness of growing up. Some chapters are messy. Some are sarcastic. Some feel like diary entries written at 2 A.M. And maybe somewhere between these pages, you'll find pieces of yourself too.

Ink Over Silence is a collection of everything I couldn't say out loud. The thoughts I swallowed. The emotions I hid. The version of me no one noticed breaking. Between pressure and identity, silence and emotion, breaking and becoming-these pages hold what words couldn't carry in speech. Because sometimes, silence is louder than words- and ink becomes the only way to survive it. And somewhere in the quiet, when everything feels too heavy to hold alone, there is grace.

|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics

පළවෙනි පාරට , වැස්සට විනාඩි හතකට පෙර , බස් නැවතුම්පොළ හිස් වෙලා තිබුණා...!

This is the story of Aven, a 16 year old(or is he?) as he travels across the lands and meets a girl in his adventures to destroy the ruler's throne once and for all . Unfortunately the ruler isn't their only enemy

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

just short poems i wrote for fun! TWs will be in chapters

England, 1910. Shielded from the noise of the rest of the world, Ashmere stands alone - an island of secrets, restless waves, fading sunsets, tolling bells, and whispers no one dares speak aloud. Life there is gentle and quiet, almost untouched by time itself. But beneath the soft ocean winds and bright blue skies lies a world shaped by class, religion, war, and the fear of being different. At the heart of it all is the slow and painful love between two young men who were never meant to love each other openly. In a world where feelings must remain hidden, they find comfort, understanding, and something that begins to feel dangerously close to home. A poetic and sensual slow-burn romance filled with longing, grief, forbidden letters, art, friendship, silence, and the ache of yearning for a life bigger than the one the world allows. 'The Act of Yearning' is a story about love that lingers, people who leave permanent marks upon our souls, and the beautiful pain of wanting something you may never truly have. Because sometimes, people enter our lives like the ocean -- quietly, and then all at once.

​Zarya aur Rehan. Do alag duniyaan, lekin ek hi qismat. Teen saal ka lamba intezar aur dheron ansuljhe sawal. ​Rehan ne mohabbat ko rutbe aur aukat se tola, jabke Zarya ne apna sab kuch daao par laga diya. Aaj jab wo dobara samne khade hain, toh darmiyan mein nafrat ki unchi deewar hai aur mazi ke gehre zakham. ​Kya mohabbat waqayi har nafrat ko fatah kar leti hai? Ya kuch zakham kabhi nahi bharte? ​ "BECAUSE IT'S LOVE" Ek aisi kahani jo aapko rone, hansne aur mohabbat par dobara yakeen karne par majboor kar degi. ✨ [COMPLETED NOVEL] ✨ Draft Completed - Regular Updates! Written in simple Hindi-Urdu (Roman) A long, slow-burn journey of love, emotions and destiny - where every moment unfolds deeply.

Hi, my dearest Jasmine, A book just full of you, I guess.

Some years aren't lived...they're just survived. It began with one word I never thought I'd hear. And at the same time as everything broke, something dangerous was born in me-hope. We listened to each other in a world no one would listen. We never knew what we were... not lovers, not friends. Two souls attempting to survive in the same silence. And somewhere between sunsets and a quiet terrace, I learned that some people are never chosen-they are felt.

The moon is most beautiful when it is incomplete. Fractured Moonlight is a journey through love, loss, distance, devotion, and the fragile strength of feeling deeply. These poems explore the delicate tension between control and vulnerability - between what we show the world and what we carry in silence. Not every crack is meant to be hidden. Not every ache is meant to be healed. Some emotions do not ask to be fixed. They only ask to be understood.

AN UNFINISHED FOREVER (A Short Story of Love, Loss, and Closure) "Can eight years of love truly end with a single click?" An Unfinished Forever is a deeply moving journey of a girl who spent nearly a decade building a world within a digital screen. For eight years, she nurtured a bond held together by words, whispers, and wait-only to realize that some 'forevers' are destined to remain incomplete. Through her words, she navigates the thin line between holding on and letting go, turning pain into a legacy. This is a story of closure. This is a story of survival. Why you should read this: Heartfelt & Deep: A journey of 8 years captured in 8 short chapters. Relatable: For anyone who has ever loved a ghost or fought for a digital 'forever'. A Journey of Self-Love: More than a breakup, it's about finding yourself. "Some stories don't end with a 'happily ever after'; they end when the writer finally finds the strength to say... The End." Status: COMPLETED (One-sitting read)

{ LOTF AU ! } - A plane crashes in an island in the middle of nowhere, leaving a group of boys and a girl to be isolated and trapped in the certain island. Survival instinct is a need. The question is, how long can the girl survive, and how does she fight her way to survival?

"𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙪𝙣." I never knew who gave you that name, yet from the moment I first saw you, I knew it was too ethereal to belong to anyone but you. Your eyes were crystal. Clear enough to reflect light. Sharp enough to cut. Beautiful enough to make danger feel like devotion. And buried in your chest was a heart made of the same-as if someone had carved it out of crystal and left it there in place of your own. We lived in a world where such a heart was a liability-where loving someone of your own sex was a crime punishable by death. I thought I was protecting you. I was wrong. This is not a story I ever meant to tell. But I can no longer watch it remain buried. - 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜. Started:- 25/05/2026 Ended:- 25/05/2026