Deepthoughts Stories

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

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

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 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. 💌

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 .

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

|| GRAND FAVORITE AMBYS 2025 || || SHORTLIST SHORTYS 2025 || [19x 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒🏅] The word 'Terra' refers to the land of Earth, while 'Humana' stands for Humanity. Together, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 becomes a collection where the aching force of nature mirrors humanistic sentiments. The collection aims to trace all the delicate scars and symphonic tensions―from the smallest shimmer of pearl-like drizzle to the grandest mountain's grief. Each poem is a pause, a break, a breath to feel nature's breathtaking tapestry, woven with intense healing capabilities. Here, soil meets soul and roots tangle with reason! As you walk through this terrain―of auroras, dawns, and obnoxious ocean's orchestra―I hope you feel not just my words, but also the loud quiet between them―the silent meanings and interpretations. Crafted with a pen dipped in perseverance, '𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚' indulges in the serene and destructing sentiments of nature. From the broken to the healing. It is, perhaps, my most intimate attempt at writing. As you have decided to walk through this humanistic terrain, may its verses speak to the part of you that still feels wind whispers magic! · · ── ·☽◯☾· ── · · Copyright © [2025] [Aatishi Ravira] All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. · · ── ·☽◯☾· ── · · #12 in 'Poetry' out of 308K Books #10 in 'Poetry Collection' out of 39.4K Books #1 in 'Wattpad Poetry' out of 1.5K books

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.

It is another written journal composed of a collection of thoughts, each reflecting the writer's unique perspectives on love. It may take the form of a poem, a story, or a simple passing thought. As the saying goes, "In every rose-beautiful and fragile-there are thorns." So it is with life and love: both are filled with differences and complications, yet they remain, and will always be, beautiful.

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

Book Cover:AI generated. Some feelings are too heavy for voice, so they become ink. •Collection of poems. I'm no expert...just pouring my soul on these pages to distract myself from reality.If you're looking for perfection, keep scrolling... if you want raw feelings, welcome.

✨️ඕවර් තින්කින් හිතක අසීමාන්තික ෆැන්ටසියක්....🍁🌬🥀 ✨️සිතුවිලිත් එක්කම තනිවෙච්ච මියගිය ආත්මයක හැගීම් පාපොච්චාරණයක්...👀🌱 ✨️හුදෙක් අකුරු පේළියක් ම නොවුණු පණ ගැහෙන පාට පාට ලෝකයක්...🧚✨️ ✨️ඉතින් ලෑස්තිද...???... ඔයාගෙම අහසක තනිවෙන්න...🌊🐾️🪶 ____________________ආදරණීය කවි කාරයා, ~🦋.S.H.🦋~

A tragic start can reborn a different beginning.

a collection of poems, ramblings, cries, from a madman with too many thoughts and not enough time.

Being a teenager is golden time of your entire life. appreciate it.

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

I write so I can breathe... Just a collection of my thoughts

Address unknown. Recipient unreachable. Unwritten Letters is a haunting anthology of 'almosts.' It is the poetry of the unsent text, the swallowed heartaches, the questions that have no answers to and the love that was too big for the wrong person. A visceral reminder that sometimes the most important things we say are the ones we say to the ghosts of people who are still alive.

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.

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