ZARA

Chasing Horizons It's a phase, that I chase, I know, it will dismantle me, But I let my dreams be disgraced,  by hopping on in the reckless race. I know, this path won't take me to the place I crave, Yet I engrave these maps in my craze. ~ Zara Though the insecurities in love are in elevation For the sake of holding onto each other a little more, permanent uncertainties turn into temporary elation. ~Zara

It’s a dream that I walk behind, an inclination that I accompany, That has knocked me down, unreservedly. This is the life I am entitled to. This is the affair I landed in. that has deserted me, as if I were destined to. ~ Zara My imperfections have escorted me to afflictions, though the scars all over me are badges of survival, etchings of battles fought silently, whispers of strength the world will never see, yet each one has shaped the soul that now endures. ~ Zara

Embedded In The Heart It felt to her like it was the voice of her heart being produced through someone else. Who is he so ingrained in his heart, his soul's secret, and interpreter of his desires? How is he abreast of my emotions and sensations? All of a sudden she began to move over the voice that dominated her unconsciousness. She yearned to gaze at that personality, which had entrenched itself intensely in her heart. Who is he? How is he in looks? As she was intertwined in these thoughts, she sensed that the presenter had read her heart and mind and was advising her over the accomplishment of unique desire taking place in her heart.    ~Zara

  Night’s Reckoning Night is the only time which replays all the memories, guilts, sins, and beautiful moments and especially makes you think about the people or things you no longer want to remember. It is the worst of the best. It is the slayer of the feelings. It is the killer of the good, and it is the defeat of the soul. This dark night is an undoing of our strength and a failure to our solid core... It is the most dangerous of all. ~Zara

When the Waves of Us Rise You know lights dim, and it would happen to us too. Everything in this world is temporary, and our things are temporary too, but that does not make our beautiful memories any less meaningful. When the days were jolly, you were with me. In the warm days of mine, when you accompanied me, we celebrated our most pleasurable and joyful times together and shared endless conversations. Now, letting you go is extremely difficult and painful, yet I will never be ashamed to say that my soul will hold you forever. I truly believe that life is a journey and not a destination; the goal is not to rush to the finish line but to savor each step along the way. If you ever ask me what I love about you the most, I love the way you are, the feelings you always give me, the love your heart allows me to feel, and the happiness you show I can bring. Thank you for all the moments; I do not regret a single one. Now I realize that we are probably not meant to be together. Love is that ...

Some people fill our hearts with vivid colours, our lives with vibrant energy, and souls with the utmost tranquility. They are artistic in their own way, yet poetic in nature with souls made of flamboyant bits of love, and the warmth and tenderness they generate towards the other soul is inexplicable. They own the power to extend endearment to others and make you feel like a reposeful being on the planet Earth. They bring you placid weather through the storms of life. They are actually a blend of soft and sparkling beings in themselves. They have a touch of classic elegance. Above all, their personality is beyond words yet charismatic, and the delight they bring to others is paradise, if truth be told. He is one of them, and my heart whispers only his name. ~Zara

  His presence is something that holds gems to be cherished perennially. The existence that not only ethereal in nature but enveloped with vivid colours. This velvet treasure chest brimming with numerous faucets, touts its own vibrant energy; every facet overloaded with an utmost amount of devotion, respect, love, and regard, is highly adored. The soul made of flamboyant bits of love that he clutches is artistic in own way, yet poetic in nature, and the warmth and tenderness it generates towards the others soul is inexplicable.  He owns the power to extend endearment to others and make one feels like a reposeful being on the planet Earth. He brings poised weather through the storms of life. He is actually a blend of soft and sparkling being and has a touch of classic elegance. The personality is beyond words yet charismatic, and the delight they bring to others is paradise, if truth be told. ~Zara

His face is cutesy and adorbs, like a mouthwatering chocolate box filled with several succulent flavors, including intensive dark chocolate, fudge, salted caramel, couverture, or roasted ground seeds of tropical shrubs. ❤❤  ~Zara He came into my life at the most unexpected times, put a smile on my face in my loneliest hours, touched my soul in the most ethereal way, and became my everything in a world that once knew only shadows. ~ Zara

A fascinating, emotional, and well-constructed blend of imagination and reality has been delineated by the bestselling Afghan author Khaled Hosseini in his remarkable and most read book, The Kite Runner. The book consists of the overall classification of the Pashtun and Hazara communities, which build up and complete the Afghani society. Further, it depicted the universal tale of friendship amid two kids who were more than brothers—Amir and Hassan—living a profuse lifestyle in the rich district of Kabul and side by side vindication, cataclysm, social and political upheaval, complex and overlapping relationships that entangled them in the intricate connections, and most importantly, an intense hope. The kite festival, which is a tradition of Afghani culture, used to take place each year, and a single victor used to come up from the hundreds and thousands. There were those who were kite runners and others who fought the kites. Hassan and Amir are the main characters of the book; one was ...

I used to be the one finding the forever in the temporary things, ignorant of the cruelties, or in other words, the realities of the world. The mansion I created myself years ago was unaware of the pains the world gives at different times; neither was I given one nor ever attempted to go in-depth. Unmindful of the ferociousness, I kept heading forward, never knowing if the world could ever throw me in the place from where I could have nowhere to move toward for refuge, nor any sign to make a journey, or it would standstill my life in the way I had never ever thought of. The fragile mansion couldn’t come to terms with the merciless outside world and got wrapped in the thunderstorm, which retained in the play to enfold everything that came in its way. Time came when life showed its darkest side, directed hurdles in my way to deal with, and kept snatching what meant the most to me. I dealt with the things, endured, and one after another, life catapulted blocks on my tracks. With time, I f...