ZARA M.

Dear Heart,  Jellybean Grandma passed away.  It feels unbearably heavy to write to you with a burdened soul and languid eyelids. I find no one with whom to share my grief. I have remained present for everyone, yet no one seems present for me. I am not complaining, just telling you. Expectations have always remained distant from me, but being human, there are moments when the heart still aches.  Her love has remained the purest I have ever known, a love I know I shall never find again. Who will stand beside me now? Who will defend my wrongs with the same unwavering affection?  Society feels painfully selfish. People have become unbothered by one another; sometimes it feels as though humanity has quietly failed.  I am writing with trembling hands and tears that refuse to stop falling. I do not know how much more of this I can bear.  Until I find my footing again, ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Bluebell The middle of May has approached, and the moon still stands witness to my consistency towards you. As you bathed me in serenity, wrapped my May in light and blossoms, and taught my soul the geography of the heavens, I ask for nothing more than you.   I sense my affection keeps growing, poems flowing out from my mouth, and ink knowing no way to stop. Every sip of my coffee has become fluent in you; it has begun breathing your name with me.  You are on the edge of never knowing how much I tell the moon about you; it listens, smiles, and blesses me. If you ever encounter him, ask the moon how often he has borrowed your name to comfort my nights.  Tonight, it is you, coffee, and the moon again. Till the next phase of the moon. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart  Sunlight Your honeyed eyes, beneath a forest of dark tresses, and my poetry does not stop there.  Eyes like the golden sun, spilling amber on the earth; My heart beats like a drum, adoring the creature God has sent to earth. You have given my heart a moment to breathe, a moment to write poetry, and to smile all over again. My heart witnesses how smiles pour over the place I choose to stand; I feel it all within me, and I radiate.  Your sunflower heart has poured all the golden light into my very being and helped it live like a free bird. With the warmth of Summer,  ~Zara M.

You are kinder than the kind the world knows about.  A beauty of the kind, people write poetry about.  Spilling gold-silver around, people crave it.  Not an ordinary soul that people talk about.  You are a soul all the literature of English is about.  A universe of literary symbols bookish souls cherish all around. Those bound by the ordinary do not belong to the horizon you are about.  The fears you may carry are instilled by those unfamiliar what your content is about.  The shades upon shades of nature are the reflections you hold close about.  Colors woven into your being are uncommon to speak about. Only those untouched by the ordinary Can understand what your soul is about.   With devotion, ~Zara M.

 Dear Heart,  Though I am not good at speaking my heart out, I have always been good at understanding silences, and yours, I understand all too well. The tenderness you show me and the way your rest upon mine speak a language no words can ever translate. I never needed grand declarations from you. Your quiet presence, the gentleness in your gestures, and the pauses that lingered between us always reached me before your words ever could. Some hearts converse in voices; ours, I believe, learned each other through silence. ~Zara 

Dear Heart,  In Italy, there is a philosophy of life called 'Dolce Far Niente,' meaning the sweetness of doing nothing . It is about being in a moment of inner peace without enforcing what is superfluous. It is about finding joy in all the nuts and bolts of life, even the ones that are unembellished.  Sometimes, prioritizing peace is healthy for the soul and calming for the mind. The rat race of today's era has taken away much of our solace and transformed our lives diametrically.  Intermittently, it is paramount to observe the meticulous details of nature, find serenity under the skies, watch sunsets and sunrises, gaze at birds in the sky, and notice how delightful the world is around us.  Slowly sipping coffee in silence, savoring a modest meal, sitting alone with your thoughts, and a pen in your hand to document them. At times, simply looking up at the sky brings cheerfulness to the soul and a moment of gratitude for being able to witness it all.   ...