Historias de Midnightthoughts

Woh sirf ek sapna thi... par jab woh haqeeqat bani, toh sach bardasht ke bahar nikla. Dhoondhla Aks ek aise ladke ki kahani hai jo pyaar nahi, apni kamiyaan dhoondh raha tha. Instagram ke filters, "Good morning jaan", aur ek sach jo dheere-dheere zeher ban gaya. Yeh kahani pyaar ki nahi, galat waqt, adhoore log aur dhoondhle sach ki hai. Agar tumne kabhi kisi ko apne dimaag mein zyada, aur haqeeqat mein kam jaana hai- toh yeh kahani tumhari hai.

Hi! All stories inside are just my random thoughts at night. I just love to write the scenes in my head.

A series of letters written to a username that disappeared. Anonymous conversations. Unsent confessions. This is not a love story - it's a letting go. An anonymous letter series Author's Note This story is written as a letter to a username - not a person. It is a work of fiction inspired by anonymous conversations. Any resemblance to real individuals is unintentional.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

A collection of short poems- written between breaths, in moments too heavy to explain and too light to ignore.

These are monologues written after the moment passes. Not arguments. Not confessions. Just the things you think when you realize you might be too much for some people - and not enough for yourself. This isn't a diary. It's a record of feelings that didn't get to speak.

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.

A thousand words were chosen to say what silence could not. This is my collection of poems. Welcome, and enjoy reading. Copyright © 2026 Maya_Shane You may repost or share parts of this work with proper credit to Maya_Shane and a link to the original story. Do not claim this work as your own.

POEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher said, "I'll offer you my wisdom, So you will build knowledge in your kingdom." The last one who talk only seldom, Stared at the stars with a lonely smile, "I am a poet, and I will not lie, I cannot give you a sight, nor I can be wise, I have nothing in my life but sadness only, So I offer you the RHYMES OF MY MELANCHOLY."

There was a girl named Tara who always imagined different situations before she fell asleep. What began as small, passing thoughts slowly grew in her mind, becoming more detailed with each night. Over time, she turned those thoughts into dreams - dreams that felt real and comforting, and sometimes more meaningful than her waking life. In those dreams, Tara felt things she couldn't always feel in the real world.

Becoming yourself through discomfort

A dreamy, emotional song about waiting for love, wondering why it hasn't arrived yet, questioning yourself, yet still holding onto hope that maybe love is just late, not gone.

This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has presence in their current life. A person whom is a " rising sun to another." But a dawning moon , aimlessly chasing the stars who can only be a " vivid dream." That cannot be in the realm of reality. The Moon who is gorgeous but constantly longs, for what is out of reach. And forgets its own beauty, throughout the process. Sincerely yours , I present to you ladies and gentleman 🩷 ( if you believe my effort is worthy of being noticed by the eye of the precious) please support my pieaces who which, I wrote with my whole entire heart and soul , in desperate effort for a difference, that my words are bound to make..

I told him, "I'll fight for us until I can." And I did- until love became a war I could no longer win. This is my heart in pieces, my thoughts at midnight, my what ifs, my almosts, my unfinished goodbyes. And maybe, just maybe... my way of moving on.

the way I see the world. *** [RANKINGS] #1 In Poetry, #1 in Deep, #1 in Simile ©️writtenbyhugo Started February 5, 2019

This is what I really want to say, but you were too busy to even hear my dying breath so it will only be carried by the winds-trying to whisper through eveyone's ears. What I really want to say.

In the final hours of 2025, I choose peace over pressure, courage over fear, and love always love. A goodbye to the past and a quiet welcome to all that's yet to come.

I didn't write this to impress anyone- I wrote it because I had no other way to let it out. This is a piece of my overthinking, my soft sadness, and the version of me that people don't often see. I don't always speak my feelings, but I write them-quietly, emotionally, messily. If you've ever felt too much and stayed quiet, maybe these words will feel like yours too.

Written at the quiet edge of midnight, 01 • 01 • 26 is a gentle prayer wrapped in poetry. It captures the hush between endings and beginnings-the moment when the old year exhales and the new one inhales hope. This piece is about letting go without regret, welcoming tomorrow with grace, and trusting that even time itself is moving us toward purpose. A soft reminder that every second is a chance, every breath a renewal, and every new year a witness to growth. For the dreamers. For the healing hearts. For those stepping into the future with faith, courage, and quiet strength.

Here's some of my midnight thoughts for any of you guys interested