Wordsfromtheheart Stories

My poems tell a story. Each poems are words from my heart🌷. P.S. The images in this book are gotten from pinterest.

What if the scariest place in a hospital wasn't the operating room... but the one they swore didn't exist? In Room 17, Kaari wakes up in a psychiatric institute with no memory of who she was-only spirals, drawings, and silence greet her. But as dreams blur into flashbacks and corridors hide forbidden doors, she realizes she's not the patient here. She's the evidence. Alongside two other girls-Joya and Maaya-Kaari uncovers a buried experiment: Room 43, a place built not to heal minds, but to erase them. What starts as recovery becomes resistance. What begins as memory becomes revolution. A dark psychological thriller laced with mystery, buried trauma, secret experiments, and the quiet power of friendship that refuses to forget. Maine characters: Rivya Sen - 18, the protagonist. Sharp-minded, emotionally numb, doesn't trust therapists. Dr. Aaryan Khatri - Her assigned psychiatrist, calm and mysterious. You're never sure if he's helping or hiding. Joya - A silent girl who draws obsessively. Nakul - Talks in metaphors, was institutionalized after a school fire. Maaya - A patient who claims she's been here for 20 years - but looks 18. Rivya's mother - Absent from visits. But her presence hangs heavy in every file.

Emma is an 18 year old teenage girl who is in constant search of a place in this world. A place where she breathes fine. Following are the pages about her feelings she jot down on her diary as she continues her journey of life.

Poems from a tainted aspiring poetess.

"If it doesn't hurt, its not love" zineb_zaafour

In the heart of rural India, Ravi, a determined student from a humble background, battles societal norms and systemic challenges to pursue his education. "The Last Benchers" is a poignant tale of resilience, highlighting the disparities in the education system and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to dream beyond their circumstances

Through my poems, I explore the beauty and complexity of human emotion. From love and heartbreak to joy and pain, each poem captures a moment in time with stunning clarity and raw honesty. With a lyrical and evocative style, my collection takes readers on a journey of self-discovery and introspection, inviting them to contemplate the meaning of life and the nature of existence. Whether I'm exploring the depths of grief or the heights of passion, my poems offer a glimpse into the human experience that will resonate with readers long after the final page.

Compilation of open letters. Things I'd like to say. Words that were never spoken. Together with quotes I like. Credits will be written if possible! :D These are all personal! No hate spread love :)

This is the compilation of all my english write ups written till date. All of these write ups have been picked up from my diary. Hope you enjoy reading them.

Some storms don't come with thunder. They sit in your chest, steal your breath, and leave you smiling for the world while drowning inside. This book is a raw, unfiltered collection of poems for anyone who has ever felt alone in a crowded room, who's ever cried without knowing exactly why, or smiled just to survive the day. Written from the heart of someone who feels too much and speaks too little, these poems explore the quiet weight of sadness, the ache of being unseen, and the strength it takes to keep going when everything feels heavy. These aren't the kinds of poems that offer neat solutions or empty hope. They sit with you in the darkness, Hold your hand through the storm, And remind you that even if no one sees it Your pain is real, And your heart is still beating.

Those are just some of my old passages that I found lying around. Some of them are from my school work others are some sparks of inspiration. I hope you enjoy it. Note: This cover belongs to me.

​I think of you in every little thing I do, My heart feels full, yet empty without you, In your eyes, I find a world of true Softly I whisper dreams that belongs to me & you, Sometimes even silence speaks your name, You are the reason my skies stays blue, Only your loves makes my life feel new, Until you are here... I just say... I miss you - with the start of every lines...

This poem explores how trust changes after it is broken once. It is not about anger or revenge, but about awareness. The poem reflects emotional growth-how trust becomes measured, selective, and shaped by time rather than given freely. It speaks for those who still believe in people, but no longer believe blindly.

In which a bard shares her words and feelings with you in the form of poems... [ A book of the personal poetry written by Tiggs. All poems are based on the author's real life experiences. ]

Please read Part 1 of this book "The Secret Love Story... That I ruined"

My love, Not yet seen but already recognized, Not yet held but already felt deep within... I am writing to you from an inner place where silence speaks loudly, where the wind and the sea hold ancient secrets, where a hidden bush on a distant beach revealed your presence to me. I know you exist. I haven't imagined you. I have recognized you in spirit. My heart lit up like when you hear a familiar voice you've never heard before. Your presence invaded me without words, like a promise that doesn't come from man but from God. You are not a dream. You are the concrete manifestation of a promised grace. You are flesh and light, soul and reality. You won't just be in my mind, you won't just be in a poem: you will be in my hands, in my days, on my path. I have waited, sometimes with anxiety, other times with resignation, but now I feel I must act: not to forcefully seek you, but to prepare the ground where you can walk toward me. With God as the gardener. I welcome you today-even though we have not yet met. I choose you, in freedom. I bless you, wherever you may be. And I entrust to God our time, our fragilities, the distance that separates us. Come, if you too hear this voice. I will be there. With an open heart, with empty hands, but with love ready to become a home. And even if we don't see each other today, I will not stop living as if you existed. Because true love doesn't need proof to start building. It only needs faith and truth. Until we meet, at the perfect hour. In the name of Love that does not disappoint. Yours, in promise and in reality Francesco

What happens when you have dreams on a specific date of every month and all of them come true?

Letters of Love from mylabs mwa

She counted every step to the bridge... each one heavy with silence, sorrow, and scars. He found her at the edge, not to love her, but to save her. Two souls, stitched together by pain, walk a path of healing and heartbreak. In a world that tried to break them, will hope take its final breath... or learn to breathe again?