ZARA M.

Dear Heart,  Last night, my heart met you where reality no longer could. I dreamed about you. There were two people, but all I remember is that one of them was you. Sitting in my place, you came in pursuit of me, but a frigid demeanor was visible on my side.  It is completely beyond my reason that, under the grey sky and cold breeze, why I refused to leave? A heart that held sway over me for quite such a time no longer drew me towards itself.  It is often said to my ears that, in order to maintain positivity, one must embrace the contrary of a dream with an upbeat spirit to forestall the gloomy radiations.  I was on cloud nine as it was you who walked in my direction, but dissolved into silence at the air of indifference that I witnessed. Though on my part warmth seemed withdrawn, but it was raw and distressing.     If fate is kind, reality will be warmer and gentle.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Sugar and Sunshine My heart smiles as it hears your name. Sitting alone today in pleasant weather with my two constants: you and black coffee, I find myself thinking about how destiny first brings people together and then pulls them in a hundred different directions. I believe time is everything. Perhaps our time was written to be short, but memorable.  You cross my mind so often; with each bite of my cinnamon roll, it is thought of you I am swallowing. And I have heard that whatever you think of while eating finds a way of manifesting.   The evening is serene today, your absence is what I feel the most. My heart has been quietly calling for you. But then I remember that our caramel conversations are always there, and I continue sending these words your way. Until the coffee gets cold, Bye.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, There is a Japanese saying: Cold tea and cold rice are bearable, but cold looks and cold words are not.  The same is what   I firmly believe. Pure hearts deserve the purest form of love but if it remains distant, I am convinced that   letting go is kinder than carrying what was never ours to endure. A time comes when stars cease to shine, flowers wither, and even the brightest mornings surrender to dusk. Writing today reminds me of all the letters I have burdened my heart with over the years; I could not allow myself to abandon the thoughts, even when they lowered my sense of worth. I remember one night when the moon seemed to whisper to me  after witnessing my thousand restless nights to surrender to fate, and loosen my grip on what was already beyond my reach.  With the last bite of my cheesecake, it all comes down to this: sometimes, bitter words and vacant stares, though unintentional, reach the deepest corners of the heart, where healing ta...

Dear Dear, My Heart, My Beloved,  You are the Universe, divinely sacred.  As I gaze upon you, the stars fall before you, the seven heavens bend toward you, and none compare to you. God has given me eyes for you,  you, the beauty; me, the admirer, Together, we become the constellation that shines the brightest. Each midnight, I see us soaring through the skies,  dancing in the air and holding one another throughout the night. As the moon smiles upon us,  I tell him,  You are the one, my only one,   the one who uplifts the two of us. ~Zara M.

Looking up at the rainbow reminds me well, All of it is akin to the shades of one person beneath its spell, A heart in which I fell. The loveliness it carries and unfolds,  Is nothing but what I imagine of you. How can I not admire such grace? Time itself could never erase.  The beauty it enfolds, the tenderness it holds, Are treasures worthy of being preserved,  Just as those of my beloved.   My heart desires equal affection; Even if it remains elusive,  let there be the one in me who continues to love. Admirer I am of the elegance you behold, Waiting for the moment our story is told, You are the one I hold most dear,  Wish for several rainbows,  each revealing more of you. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Night Jasmine Speaking to you across these pages, beneath a heavy, cloud-laden night, it seems as the sky might begin to cry at any moment. It is so swollen with rain that it may burst into a thousand tears, much like my heart has been holding lately. If your thoughts keep crowding my mind, it would wander beyond the seven heavens of sanity, to a point beyond return. My eyes would burst into the earth's embrace, and I would no longer have the strength to keep myself from the mud. The nights are growing longer, just as the heaviness within my chest continues to grow. Your absence has grown heavier than the weight of a thousand glasses of whiskey emptied in a single night. Till my next shot of whiskey,  Don't worry, it is still black coffee. ⭐ Bye. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, My Cookie  I admire you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.  Joking apart, you are my warm cookie beside my cup of black coffee, without sugar. Your sweetness is enough to make every sip sweeter than honey, leaving me more than happy to keep you within my heart and beside my soul.  The weather is changing; August has arrived, and the peak of summer is slowly fading, but not my habit of sending words your way. The leaves are changing and so is the atmosphere of my heart, leaping from the dullness of June to the love of December, and sometimes, to the blossoms of March.  Writing to you today, only to let you know that the evening breeze still whispers your name, melted marshmallows never get tired of speaking of you, and I never seem to have enough of you. Until my next,  ~Zara M.

We belong to a quieter universe: tiny, love-filled, cosmic in its aesthetics, a kind of world where life flows unnaturally,  yet stays, in a way, swinging in eternity. Our worlds obey different seasons, seasons of affection, passion, and devotion.  We keep lingering in them with obsession.  Our warmth, leaning towards the world of words,  escaping together in the written and unwritten, inebriates us beyond reason and into oblivion.   The souls we carry recognise each other, wrap around one another, and settle into forever. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Sunshine I truly long for your soulful proximity. I have grown weary of remoteness, of oceans gone dry, of twilights emptied of their soul, and of sunsets that have forgotten how to glow. In your presence, colors feel more alive than ever; with you, I feel more alive than ever.  I truly believe that if I could ever convey my silences to you, you would understand them. Every silence carries a deeper meaning within itself, one that cannot be interpreted with ease.  I want you to stay with me, even if only in dreams. Give me your tears, your joys, and stay until the other world calls one of us.  At times, I consider myself truly fortunate. I was given the art of writing, of expressing and elucidating what my heart holds, and I found you to write you. I write happily; it relaxes me. It makes me feel as though you are before my eyes, and I am simply opening my heart to you.    With all my silence, ~Zara M. ~Zara M.