ZARA M.

Dear Heart,  As I recall, Ray Bradbury once said, " We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? " It makes me realize that being desensitized is not a substantial achievement; sometimes we need to let emotions flow out of us. Suppressing them unsettles our consciousness and strengthens our subconscious state of mind.  Understanding that, I am letting my emotions breathe; they are breathing through ink, and I am letting things fluctuate inside me, tensing me to such an extent that hurt could no longer hurt me.   With every sip of my coffee, I cannot help but ponder how I have learnt to observe the ache, let it haunt my quiet, and let my nerves learn resilience.      Until my next cup, ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Summer Comfort Writing today to tell you that each time the sky calls me, it asks me about you. Painted heavens, sapphire serenity, and sun-soaked blues have all become my companions, knowing more about you than I remember telling them. I admit, I at times falter when it comes to human connections, but I am very well acquainted with sharing moments and personal diaries with nature.  Putting my thoughts on paper beneath a summer sky, it witnesses how you have remained my comfort this summer. Finding you between my sentences, opening my heart and soul to you, is such a solace the world ignores.  I sometimes wonder: what if writing had never been invented? What would have become of me, as I cannot speak of it all to you? Fearful of being judged, and more than that, fearful of losing you as a good companion.  Always happy for you, wherever you are, nearer to me, absent from me, yet still close to me.  Glad you gave me gentle summer afternoons, enjoying ...

The skies above witness how we have ached for each other's presence. The stars pour their souls into heaven to unite us. The darkness witnesses our call into silence until the hearts shatter. But mine burns alone now. Your every unspoken call carves a fracture into my heart. Yet, every fracture knows its way back to you, and you only. Each midnight, my very being, verging on a prayer mat, your imprint lingering on my lips and within my soul drawing me out of my inner zone... until I dissolve completely into your depths. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, The lavender delights do not remain lavender all the way. Seasons seldom stay, and hours wear different moods; similar is the atmosphere at this moment. But my every mood respects your name. It has learnt a way to keep smiling through all the odds when you are around. My affections have absorbed a way to fade grief as your presence casts its shadow.  My pages carry countless emotions at once, becoming heavier as I completely surrender myself to ink. They grow heavier with words and the bubbles dropping from my eyes.  I have grown familiar with silence once again.  A heart moving through dim constellations,  ~Zara M.

I find it hard to undo what my heart has done. Seeing you with a lens of warmth, I remember how wondrous everything had just begun. Watching another version of myself become. Witnessing shades of you that are layered,  To me, each one of them is treasured.  Keeping you within the geography of memory, I am cherishing every thought of beholding. The moments of an ardent kinship  Are all that I am holding.  The past holds the power of not go in vain.  Yet, I clench my fist to preserve it in my hands. Here I am uttering the silent confessions.  And you, listening to it all, for it is sacred.   ~Zara M.

 My heart speaks to yours. Yours answers mine. Yet our lips falter, giving voice to the wonder our hearts already know. Our souls recognize one another. Our hearts are already intertwined. Only the confines of the world and the mind resist the force that draws us together. ~ Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Honeybee I adore you to the extent that the constellations fall short; chains of islands fail to embrace your vastness; flocks dwindle beside the countless thoughts I carry of you; bouquets elude the fullness of your beauty; groves and meadows are outgrown by the solace you provide; and even the banks of rivers cannot contain the quiet abundance of you. With quiet affection, ~Zara M.

 Dear Heart, You are so dear to me, the kind of dear that is inexplicable: soft as dawn, woven with light, and spellbinding. I dream of you with every passing moment, and every whisper of the wind brings you closest to my soul. Each time sleep carries me to you, I find myself in a field so green where even the wind forgets to wander without your name, and the wildflowers seem to bloom only because you are there. My spirit rests within you; I drown in you, where every restless part of me falls beautifully silent. ~Zara M.