ZARA M.

Dear Heart,  My soft poetry of sweets Life teaches us so much, and it prepares us to live. Today, looking back at time, I realize how much I have learnt in life. All the lessons have not gone in vain. They have taught me something and, little by little, made me whole.  I feel myself becoming concrete, with diminished fragility. The woman I was and the woman I have become had a colossal bridge to cross. I am glad I have come so far, to where my personality has learnt where to be kind and soft, and where to be hard.  Anyhow, the hush of winter-winds and your tender little treats are all treasures to my heart.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Though the miseries of life are endless, so are its blessings. If we keep looking at our tribulations, the universe will mirror the same energy, and the happiness will become baffling and intangible. It is always in our hands to choose either happiness or suffering.  Today, walking alone along the wet paths covered with fallen leaves, I was reminded that joy can be found in simplest things. One can feel blissful watching the leaves fall and change colours, seeing the sky shift from blue to pink, red, and orange, the dawn fade into dust, and seeing those same trees that once bore cherries now standing fruitless, yet holding the hope of bearing cherries again when the time is right. Contentment is a choice not an opportunity served on a plate. If one decides to be elated no matter what, the universe will go to every end to create circumstances that bring felicity.  Watching the shaded leaves falling is as soothing as the hope that new ones will arrive when the ...

Dear Heart,  Marshmallow As Halloween month is here, with cold nights and warm days, bright sunlight and endless heavy nights, the sacred weight of my devotion is deepening to the core. I speak to you with my soul, and my heart overwhelms at night in front of the moon. The stars witness the watery bulbs in my eyes that resist, to the core, coming out.  You are still a marshmallow in my hot chocolate. Each sip still tastes like you. These nights, stretched into eternity, and the winds dancing, bringing vibrant night colours to the sky, all recall you.  A mug of hot chocolate on this night, and the memories of what I once considered to be true, are all I am left with. Watching the hours swallowed by darkness and the shining stars, I leave a small door open for hope that one day, the chocolate will be smoothly melted, with extra marshmallows and cream on the top.    Until then, I will keep one marshmallow aside for you.    ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, Every memory of you is still fresh, just like fresh strawberries: sour, sweet, and delicate. Though your existence left ages ago, you could not leave my heart or perhaps my heart decided to keep you the way you were, the way it all was.  Some stories do not have a proper ending, but I feel an excessive pride in having lived a real story, free from all the bogus. Moments could not kept longer, but at least, they were real, or probably, I considered them real.  Each minute I have a thought of you, it is some nice strawberries I feel like plucking straight from the gardens and enjoying.  Till the strawberries keep harvesting,  Bye.    ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, My Sky Sky is really wide and in possession of stars, clouds, rainbows, and even birds. Every time I see you, I find my sky in you. You are a creature without edges, vivacious, and spirited, and I am still unlearned in existing without your thoughts.  One thing that goes beyond my comprehension is how the heart always clings to what it is incapable of grasping. My heart is tremendously aware of the expanse of you , still nesting in the architecture of smoke, still harbouring a hope that our souls will recognize each other in eternity.  With the last marshmallow from my jar, I leave a little sweetness in your name.      ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  October's sunlight, with its brightness and warmth, and its cold, breezy nights are all a blend of you. At times, you draw me close; at times, you turn to winter. It is what this month exactly offers. Your reflection is what I have kept witnessing throughout the months, but very few of them ever contained the reality of you.  The light of October, the falling leaves of autumn, along with the hot chocolate, remind me of the colours and aura of you. Even resistance has lost its trace over me, as my heart and body have decided to move with an absence that never quite leaves.  Today's hot chocolate is in your name.  Bye.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, Pumpkin October is here: the fall season, crisp leaves, and winter waiting just around the corner. I cannot quite find the right words when it comes to unraveling autumn and the "ber" months. If I tell you honestly, the beauty of this season, its colours, and the aura of these months, intertwined with the memories of you, are all breathtaking.  Each morning, watching the rain-soaked leaves shimmer in the quiet aftermath of the storm, beneath the faded sunlight, my coffee calls your name. I exert myself beyond measure to conceal your thoughts, but your imprints on my soul have claimed a life of their own.  Sorrows aside, I find pleasures in your thoughts alongside my cup of coffee and bites of croissant. You are nearer than you have ever been.   Perhaps that is the strange mercy of memory; it keeps what time takes away, and makes the absent feel almost within reach. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, A farewell to September it is. A last night of a month that gave me so much: you, tenderness, heartsickness, and nostalgia at times.  As your presence had lingered with me throughout the months, in September, I felt no difference. Every leaf talked about you, the moon asked about you. The sunshine gave your reflection, clouds reminded of you, and the rainbows displayed the very features you embody.  A little sparrow on my window still alluded to you, and remained my companion as I spoke of you. Every book I read gave me thrills of you, and the shivers that ran through my body every time your name crossed my mind.    Until September comes back with you, Bye. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Today, it is a cold breeze with light rain. Dancing trees and dark clouds; winter has almost started. As the peak months of July and August have passed, the peak wintery months are now ready to arrive in full swing.  I believe that this winter is going to be special, with you in my mind and extra fudge by my side. My admiration for you beats words and every dreamy confections. I consider you a delicate, edible luxury, though out of my reach, you are too valuable not to keep close to my little heart.  Sending you today bundles of sugar-kissed pleasures, while I watch the rain pouring and find calmness in its little drops and icy whispers. Bye.     ~Zara M.