ZARA M.

Dear Heart, It seems like I am writing you after ages. Though it has just been quite some time, it seems like decades have passed since I last talked to you.  Things have become a little cluttered on my end. My two very personalities are at loggerheads with each other; I am unable to make a resolve between them. Anyway, the warmth of August has reached its pinnacle, and as it is the last day of August, a truncation in intensity is expected.  September brings new life, putting the old to rest; I am hoping for the release of what remained distressed throughout the summers, and a fresh start to what brings calm. Days of hot chocolate are at the corner, the late-night readings in a cozy milieu, and you at the back of my mind, are ushering in.  Here's to healing what once hurt, Bye.  ~Zara M.

As one door closes, several other doors open. I heard it once and believed only when I encountered it personally.  In life, several aspects emerged that led me to fortify my belief system. As I already deepened my mind training to always welcome even the undesired, I also reinforced my beliefs. It calmed my soul, made me expect less, and helped me to steer clear of disappointments.  In all sincerity, the Divine circle and the pre-ordained matter are something unfathomable, but admittedly, they are supreme. What our mind fails to comprehend at the moment often proves to be unsurpassed, as we come to know later. Divinity decides what is finest for us; we make ourselves settle for less.  Even if gloominess clouds our vision and hides from us the choices that have been made for our good, they remain good nonetheless. It is all about believing first, even before the results become visible, and when that belief is unwavering, the results can be extraordinary.   What we los...

Seeking validation and seeking value are two fundamentally different things. When you demand to be valued by others, it is because you respect yourself, your dignity, and your morals; whereas craving recognition can sometimes be tantamount to seeking attention, which may seem demanding to others. It is often said that your value does not diminish because of someone’s inability to see your worth. Yet, their inability to recognise it can still take a psychological toll on a person, particularly when they have shared a bond with you at some point. To put it rightly, valuing others shows how much at peace we are with ourselves, because when a person is constantly at war with their own self, their propensity to mistreat others rises. Empaths may try to hold it with warmth and understanding, but they, too, are human. If you do not value yourself, you cannot expect others to value you. The respect you receive from others is, in many ways, a reflection of the respect you have for yourself....

Empathy, a profound feature of human life and one of the rarest in today's species, is one of a kind that teaches a soul to commiserate with an unknown soul. It is to understand the nonvocals and try to comprehend them when bleakness is all that is in sight.  This phenomenal element costs one his mental and physical health, as it demands too much of one's prowess and unmindfulness of one's own emotions. When you keep placating people who are emotionally unavailable, you tend to move towards self- abandonment. Though being present for others is a gentle trait, sinking your own ship in trying to save theirs is not very kind to your own self.  I have seen phases where I kept standing for people even when it did hurt me, even when their aloofness caused me severe harm and I lost myself while saving others, but they passed without consequence and a slight gesture of compassion.  Being ever-present shows one's stoutness and painstaking nature for others; it is evergreen, but ...

Shots of whisky  no longer leave a lingering trace, when your name's the risky, intoxicating enough to steal all my grace. The world judges the lover, leaves unseen the impact of a beloved; however, it is the latter spellbinding the lover.   As I am accused of madness, you are the cause no one sees.  As I am beguiled,  you are the wine. Whatever I have transformed into, you awakened; turned an affection into an obsession.  You made me drunk on you, the vino bears your name; it is your eyes, it is my flame. ~Zara M.

The door to the other side.  Where wind carries blue and birds sing, I wait till comes the tide. Here oceans move freely, and the desert is faithful to its own wandering.  Skies are eternally wide, and stars shine bright. I witness nature unfolding into wonder. Flowers bloom here and leaves fall, Spring and Autumn answer the call. Heavy sunlight and cold nights,  Summer and winter align.   There opens another world, Where we sit side by side. The sky is blue, the moon alight; Petals dance in the air, and Birds paint the sky with flight.  The world forgets to speak,  And our souls dissolve into the silence through which the night speaks. ~Zara M.

Silence, though a key at times, is also something that leaves you in an abyss. When you choose silence over chaos, people misinterpret you, consider you at fault, and never know your side of the story.  A woman who lives in the world of literature prioritizes calm over messiness, but that is where things fall into a jumble. She is misread as the one who is wholly incomprehensible of reality and imperfect at making arguments. The world we are witnessing and living in is the one where silence puts you into a black hole, irreversible to return to society. No matter how arduous you try, you are always misunderstood.     Being uncommunicative and a literary aficionado costs you more than you think. I have absorbed in life that not telling your side of the story makes you a culprit, while telling it is something that makes you defensive. Deciding what to choose makes you miserable.  LIFE IS HARD AT TIMES.   ~Zara M. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, The Sturgeon Moon this August holds something of you. I have witnessed several full moons in my life up until now. There is an Indian tradition of Sahasra Chandra Darshan, where it is believed that by the time a person reaches eighty, they have witnessed a thousand full moons. More poetically, a life of eighty years is a life beneath a thousand full moons; how beautiful is that.  Seeing August's full moon today makes me wish to experience what Indians truly believe and live by the moon. And I wish to witness it under the same sky with you; though apart, but together in our hearts. Deeper still, the moon today is so exquisite, just like the soul I once witnessed, and that could not leave me since then. Today, my heart urged me to observe the moon in its quiet passage beside you. As your presence is fully ingrained into my soul, it is tremendously difficult to look at something this beautiful without finding traces of you in it.    As long as the moon shines, B...

These are the last days of August. It is often said that these are best for letting go and preparing for a change. As September draws near and autumn is about to arrive, change is at the corner; it is the change before the change. Autumn also brings the energy to release and embrace new alignments.  This week of August has brought several ebbs and flows, yet all I want to recall are the spaces it created for the new. The turbulences were real, pains were striking, but my respect for the Divine remains persistence. Acceptance overrides everything in my life. It is widely believed when you capitulate to the universe, harsh seasons begin to soft and calmness takes over.   Let August take what it must, and let September bring what it may. ~Zara M.

The August full moon is at the corner, preparing to be spilled over the terrace. The silver it drapes, the secrets it carries and the prayers it holds are deeply inviolable.  Although every phase of the moon has never turned its face against me, the full phase is highly sacrosanct for me. As I am a person who keeps belief in the stars' alignment, from the Wolf Moon of January to the Cold Moon of December, each appears with its own meaning and significance, and each moon's story and symbolism I keep intensely close to my heart.  The bond I feel with the moon and the stars is inexplicable. Each night, from Sirius and Polaris to Mizar and Alcor, these stars quietly witness the abyss of thought I keep latent, yet somehow entrust to the stars. This August, I am wistfully awaiting the full form of the Moon, not only to observe its silvery and exquisite texture but to whisper to it the tales I haul, and the prayers I hope to utter. Till the full moon arrives, Bye.    ~Zara ...