ZARA M.

Dear Heart,  O nce in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, we find a companion to talk to.   Perhaps that is what beautifies life, finding the extraordinary in the ordinary is all the beauty. As the saying goes, once in a while the moon turns blue; it occurs that sometimes a sordid turn takes over life, and a fairy tale comes out of it.  Fairy tales do not always arrive dressed as fairy tales. Sometimes they come disguised as little sparrows at our windows. A few days back, I encountered a sparrow at my window; she often visits me, and I tell her about you. I told her about my ordinary life story. She listened quietly, tilted her little head, and then flew away. I wonder if she carried a little of you with her, or a little of me to you.  Maybe she will come again tomorrow. I still have so much about you left to tell her. ~Zara M.

The sweetness of melancholy is the addiction you carry, though it deepens the grief yet persists to the very core. It fills the eyes and makes the heart ache,  but you will find none that lightens or softens the ache. Many will come and go, but unconcerned to heal the wound. You are your own remedy, your own healer, your own refuge.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Sunbeam Expectations often choose paths where landslides are inevitable. Setting them aside and continuing through life is the mark of a peaceful and graceful soul.  Though my sun rises with you and sets with your name, I pay little attention to the expectations I might have of you. To me, you are a free bird: a Phoenix. You are immortal to me. It is said that if a writer encapsulates your beauty, you become immortal; and so you are to me: never truly gone, though absent, eternal in being. One last whisper: the shades of sunrise still lead me back to you.   Until September shines, ~Zara M.

The jewel you had was a ruby. Its expensiveness and fine edges were breathtaking and jaw-dropping.. Its rarity and quiet brilliance made it magnificent.  Marble and river gravels, where the ruby was found, kept it for long, endured its redness, and saved it from damage. Yet, the one who found it damaged it to the core and lost it.  The jewel was a vibrant red colour, not like zircon, found and afforded by everyone.  You lost the gem. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, It seems like I am writing you after ages. Though it has just been quite some time, it seems like decades have passed since I last talked to you.  Things have become a little cluttered on my end. My two very personalities are at loggerheads with each other; I am unable to make a resolve between them. Anyway, the warmth of August has reached its pinnacle, and as it is the last day of August, a truncation in intensity is expected.  September brings new life, putting the old to rest; I am hoping for the release of what remained distressed throughout the summers, and a fresh start to what brings calm. Days of hot chocolate are at the corner, the late-night readings in a cozy milieu, and you at the back of my mind, are ushering in.  Here's to healing what once hurt, Bye.  ~Zara M.

As one door closes, several other doors open. I heard it once and believed only when I encountered it personally.  In life, several aspects emerged that led me to fortify my belief system. As I already deepened my mind training to always welcome even the undesired, I also reinforced my beliefs. It calmed my soul, made me expect less, and helped me to steer clear of disappointments.  In all sincerity, the Divine circle and the pre-ordained matter are something unfathomable, but admittedly, they are supreme. What our mind fails to comprehend at the moment often proves to be unsurpassed, as we come to know later. Divinity decides what is finest for us; we make ourselves settle for less.  Even if gloominess clouds our vision and hides from us the choices that have been made for our good, they remain good nonetheless. It is all about believing first, even before the results become visible, and when that belief is unwavering, the results can be extraordinary.   What we los...

Seeking validation and seeking value are two fundamentally different things. When you demand to be valued by others, it is because you respect yourself, your dignity, and your morals; whereas craving recognition can sometimes be tantamount to seeking attention, which may seem demanding to others. It is often said that your value does not diminish because of someone’s inability to see your worth. Yet, their inability to recognise it can still take a psychological toll on a person, particularly when they have shared a bond with you at some point. To put it rightly, valuing others shows how much at peace we are with ourselves, because when a person is constantly at war with their own self, their propensity to mistreat others rises. Empaths may try to hold it with warmth and understanding, but they, too, are human. If you do not value yourself, you cannot expect others to value you. The respect you receive from others is, in many ways, a reflection of the respect you have for yourself....

Empathy, a profound feature of human life and one of the rarest in today's species, is one of a kind that teaches a soul to commiserate with an unknown soul. It is to understand the nonvocals and try to comprehend them when bleakness is all that is in sight.  This phenomenal element costs one his mental and physical health, as it demands too much of one's prowess and unmindfulness of one's own emotions. When you keep placating people who are emotionally unavailable, you tend to move towards self- abandonment. Though being present for others is a gentle trait, sinking your own ship in trying to save theirs is not very kind to your own self.  I have seen phases where I kept standing for people even when it did hurt me, even when their aloofness caused me severe harm and I lost myself while saving others, but they passed without consequence and a slight gesture of compassion.  Being ever-present shows one's stoutness and painstaking nature for others; it is evergreen, but ...

Shots of whisky  no longer leave a lingering trace, when your name's the risky, intoxicating enough to steal all my grace. The world judges the lover, leaves unseen the impact of a beloved; however, it is the latter spellbinding the lover.   As I am accused of madness, you are the cause no one sees.  As I am beguiled,  you are the wine. Whatever I have transformed into, you awakened; turned an affection into an obsession.  You made me drunk on you, the vino bears your name; it is your eyes, it is my flame. ~Zara M.