Historias de Deepemotions

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.

This Gay Love story is based in real life. Some of it is not real or a work of fiction.

ONE REPORT AND IT ALL CHANGED. THAT'S HOW LIFE IS ; UNPREDICTABLE AND UNCERTAIN. Let's dive deep in to know about how it all changed. I just hope you will love it.I would really love to know your thoughts about it.

It's not a love story. Not really. It's a story about almosts - the people who pass through our lives and stay in our hearts long after they're gone. About learning to breathe again when everything feels too heavy. About growing up, letting go, and still believing in something soft. Between the warmth of what was and the ache of what remains, she learns that love doesn't always arrive to stay. Sometimes it comes only to show her who she is when everything else falls away. A collection of moments, memories, and almosts - written for the ones who feel too deeply, and remember too much.

PLEASE READ FULLY: "Between the Tears and the Tiny Moments" is a tender, unfiltered collection of poems tracing the inner landscape of a first-time mother navigating postpartum depression. Through quiet confessions, aching honesty, and flashes of fierce love, these poems hold space for the exhaustion, the guilt, the loneliness-and the small, sacred moments that keep her reaching for light. This book is a reminder that motherhood can be both beautiful and brutal, that healing is not linear, and that even in the darkest seasons, a mother's heart keeps learning how to stay. This collection is still in the making. My baby is still in infancy, and I am still finding my way through the shifting landscape of postpartum. These poems are my diary-an unfolding record of the tenderness, the ache, the small miracles, and the moments that nearly undo me. I am writing from inside the experience, not after it, and I want you to feel that honesty in every line. One day, when I have made it through the trenches and can look back with steadier hands, I hope to publish this book for every parent who has ever felt alone in their feelings. Postpartum can be beautiful. It can also be brutal. And far too often, the hardest parts are carried in silence. If you are a mother or father walking your own path through postpartum and would like to share a moment, a story, or an emotion to be included in this project, I invite you to reach out. Please send me a private message- I check them every Friday- and I will gladly shape your experience into a poem. Together, we can take raw, vulnerable moments and transform them into something beautiful, something to hold onto, something that reminds us that none of us walk this journey alone.

Some feelings stay incomplete, aching every second - because they deserve to be poetry. This collection holds raw, poetic whispers from 3 AM - about unspoken feelings, broken dreams, love, friendship, and so much more. This isn't just a book. It's a diary with its pages wide open. A mirror for overthinkers, for late-night feelers, for those who write poems in their minds but never speak them aloud. For the ones who break quietly. From bittersweet friendships to one-sided love, from sleepless nights to silent breakdowns - I am writing the words you didn't know you needed to hear. all the images are taken from google & pinterest. i don't own them except the editing

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

He was the calm she never understood, and the storm she couldn't walk away from. "You didn't ask for my heart... but somehow, it found its way to you." - Roohi Roohi had once painted love in colors of forever, until heartbreak turned her dreams into quiet greys. But her buried feelings emerge out when she comes across the boy with quiet charm who feels like home "You called me home without ever saying it out loud." - Aarav Aarav doesn't believe in perfect endings-just scars hidden behind smiles. But when Roohi walks in, something begins to shift-slow, quiet, undeniable and even silence begins to feel like something worth staying for. A story about falling in love, experiencing heartbreak, and having the courage to find love again. Two hearts scarred by the past. One friendship that feels too right. And a love that was never promised - yet refuses to fade. ✨ A slow-burn story of healing, heartbreak, and the kind of love that finds you when you least expect it. #healing #college #romance #friendstolovers #slowburn #indianromance #emotionalfiction Jump in to walk along the journey of Roohi and Aarav's Happily ever after...or their heartbreak

A collection of my poems.

A collection of poems about the different phases of love everyone relates to .

A forbidden love. A dark secret. And a young woman who dares to follow her heart. Fiona Greaves is a seventh-year Hufflepuff student-bright-spirited, loyal, and deeply connected to nature. Between dreams of the Yule Ball and quiet walks with Buckbeak, she has no idea that her life is about to change forever. Because behind the serious gaze and quiet façade of Professor Remus Lupin lies more than just a good teacher-he sees her. Truly. And the heart he's kept locked away for so long begins to burn in her presence. What starts as a quiet longing becomes a love more powerful than any rule. Amidst potions, moonlit nights, and glittering dances, Fiona and Remus fight for what they feel-against doubt, danger, and the judgment of others. Secret messages, stolen glances, a kiss in the dark: their bond deepens-tender, forbidden, unstoppable. But how much can one risk for a love that must not be? And could something that feels so wrong be right at its very core? PS: As a German speaker, I translated this chapter into English to the best of my ability. Please be kind with any language imperfections-the story is deeply personal to me, and I hope its emotion shines through nonetheless.

She was told to never speak. Because when she does... the sea listens. Mirelith was born with a voice the gods couldn't control - soft enough to make men fall in love, sharp enough to make them drown. So she chose silence. Until he came. A boy with a smile like shipwrecked sunlight - and a soul she was never meant to love. One note. One slip. One forbidden song. And now the ocean wants blood. They say she drowned him. But no one ever asks what happens... when a siren sings for the first time - and the moon answers back.

She lived in colours. He survived in ash. Nandani Raheja - a painter who believes love is not a feeling, but a form of prayer. Rudransh Vardhan - a man forged in silence, where emotions burn before they can be named. Nandani loved with feeling - Rudransh existed without them. This isn't a love story. It's the collision of light and shadow - of a woman trying to reach a soul that's forgotten how to feel. It's a story where love dares - to stand against the void, even if it breaks in the process.

Some emotions can't be spoken- so they were etched here, softly and deeply.

A book of poems written by me. Didn't really know what I was supposed to write about so here you go! Some poems I have written. Hope you like them. Some of these poems are really special and personal to me because almost all of them are based off of my emotions and experiences. Sorry if they are bad. English is not my first language and I just wanted to share my poems. Thank you!

A series of poems **A Tapestry of Verses** offers a rich mosaic of poems that journey through the many facets of human experience. This diverse collection delves into the realms of love, capturing its tender moments and fierce passions. Explore the beauty of nature through vivid imagery and introspective reflections. Discover life's complexities, from the wonders of travel and the pursuit of health to the nuances of finance and personal growth. The verses traverse a wide emotional landscape, embracing themes of deep desire and the intimate connections between people and animals. Each poem invites readers to ponder the profound and the everyday, blending sensuality with wisdom and the personal with the universal. Whether you're seeking inspiration, solace, or simply a moment of reflection, *A Tapestry of Verses* offers a captivating read that weaves together the varied threads of life into a cohesive and thought-provoking narrative.

"...because life sucks but that's life, unfair, unreasonable and wholly choatic but that's okay. Because it's not life that makes life worth living." - Author ("Life.. Sucks!") This is a collection of poems written by a poet that aims at trying to ascribe some meaning to this journey we call life.

| POETRY / PROSE | a collection of my most irrepressible thoughts and emotions © 2022

What if a new life knocks the door of your life but you are not prepared for the same.. Will you be happy for his presence of upset for being irresponsible Will you accept it as the god's gift or abortion will be your choice Will he see the world or will he be left as " The unborn"