Deepthoughts Stories

I can't stop my imagination after Rehman' s death , I don't want to suffer alone so I wrote this for u to suffer with me 😫. This story does not promote any terrorists, their names are used as a character in this story . This story contains original lyrics of songs - par channa de, sanu nehr wale pul and lambi judai .

These chapters are moments based on the songs the author has imagined them in. These are pieces of love and longing based on the mood of the song.

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

Rehman and Ulfat's love was never ordinary. In the narrow streets of Lyari, it burned fierce and loud. Life tried to tear them apart, but even death could not silence what was written in their souls. Nineteen years after their wedding, Rehman and Ulfat stand at the crossroads of memory and reality. This is Ruh-e-Ulfat, a story of love, loss, and souls intertwined, where fire and calm, chaos and silence, exist together in a bond that death cannot undo. رحمان و الفت

"He feared the responsibility of love; she became the only life he wanted to protect."

I wrote most of these poems after 10 p.m. when I was feeling either sad, nostalgic, or lonely. It started as just a way to put words to feelings, but it has become so much more than that. I hope you can resonate with some of these poems, like I do, and that these words are there for you when you need them most :)

In the warmth of the summer, hot days drew lines, building the distance between two hearts. This collection of poems will immerse you in a bittersweet journey of love and craving for someone who once flew into your life like a plane against the sky. Each verse captures the core of the memories shared, gleaming moments full of laughter, dreams, and deep affection that blow in the heart. However, seasons change, and so do people. These poems reflect on the ache of missing someone who has transformed into a stranger, leaving an empty spot where love once grew, and vivid imagery becomes stark. These poems invite readers to explore the knots of connection, loss, and people who used to cherish. Inspired by Shaskper play "Hamlet" and a friend's story.

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

3 a.m. echoes and golden hour realizations. In the quiet space between the world's noise and the soul's frequency, the Meow Muse wanders. From the chaos of a hollow week to the comfort of being known, these poems are for the learners, the dreamers, and the ones still finding their color.

Charlie never meant to fall in love. He just did what he always does - listened, remembered, stayed. Mary Jane never believed in love the way people talk about it. Too loud. Too fragile. Too demanding. She preferred things unnamed. Unclaimed. Safe. What begins quietly in a library grows into shared walks, inside jokes, borrowed jackets, and silences that feel like home. To the outside world, they look effortless. To each other, they feel real. And for a while, that feels like enough. But love isn't just about care or intensity. It's about compatibility. About being able to speak without fear. About not shrinking to stay. As feelings deepen, the cracks don't arrive as explosions - they arrive as pauses. Unanswered questions. Apologies said too often. Effort mistaken for closeness. Love slowly turning into something that asks more than it gives. This is not a story about betrayal. No one cheats. No one is cruel. No one is the villain. This is a story about two people who loved each other deeply... just not in the same way. A quiet, honest coming-of-age novel about misfit love, emotional timing, and the kind of heartbreak that doesn't destroy you - it teaches you.

Maya has built a quiet life - one that asks for little and expects even less. Growing up unseen taught her how to be self-sufficient, careful, and easy to overlook. It's a life that feels safe, if a little unfinished. Then one evening, a message meant for someone else appears on her phone. Kat is everything Maya is not - social, expressive, effortlessly connected to the world. What begins as an accidental text turns into a slow, unexpected friendship carried entirely through messages: shared routines, missed days, small kindnesses, and the steady choice to keep answering back. As the years pass, both women change - not through grand gestures, but through consistency, patience, and learning how to stay. The Message That Wasn't Meant For Me is a gentle, intimate novel, about found friendship, emotional neglect, and the quiet courage it takes to believe you deserve connection. Because sometimes, the smallest reply can reshape a life.

A tragic start can reborn a different beginning.

𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

Beauty blooms from within. Others need a bit time to bloom.

just poems. specific poems for those I love, for my feelings I can't get out, or just random ones. , creator x

This is a catalog of poems about time, memory and existential musings. Happy_reading!!

In a town where rumors move faster than the wind, an ensemble of strangers finds their lives tangled in ways none of them can explain. Urban legends spread through Amaruqucha like wildfire, but none burn hotter than the mystery of a boy who vanished without a trace. His disappearance has become the city's newest obsession-fuel for late‑night whispers, anonymous posts, and the rise of dangerous figures lurking beneath the surface. Amid this growing tension, Xochitl, a young traveler from Mexico, arrives in Peru seeking a new beginning. She expects noise, color, and culture-but not the feeling that the town is watching her back. While Sisa, a local resident whose life is bound to secrets she cannot yet name. Secrets tied to the land, to the shadows, and maybe even to the missing boy. Their worlds should have remained separate. Yet Amaruqucha has a way of pulling people together, weaving their paths into a single, tightening thread. As supernatural rumors collide with gang conflicts and hidden agendas, the town becomes a maze of shifting truths. With every step they take, the mystery deepens. With every rumor, the danger grows. And with every passing day, the line between legend and reality fades. In Amaruqucha, nothing is coincidence. And once you're part of the story, there's no way out. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ "ᴀᴘᴜᴋᴜɴᴀᴘᴀ ᴋᴜᴛɪᴍᴜʏɴɪɴ-ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴄʜᴜᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ", ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜ

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

Everyone remembers the fist-pump. No one talks about what came next...On Monday morning, the masks crack, the identities shift, and the five of them discover that one Saturday afternoon wasn't enough to change everything - but it was enough to start something they can't undo.

In the labyrinth of love, our paths interwined but eventually diverged. We once danced to the sweet melody of affection but the music faded, leaving behind a haunting silence. Our love story became a book of bittersweet memories, each chapter stained with the tears of what could have been. Now, we wander separate roads, carrying the weight of what was lost in depths of our hearts