Best Quotes And Sayings Quotes

“Roses and they

She had shown him many things,
She had made him feel joys of many springs,

They had been to many places together,
They had found love in each other,

He had believed in her and her every word,
He had erected on the highways of his heart her every memories’ billboard,

She had travelled on them for many years,
She had never let time’s brevity be the reason for her fears,

So they felt every passing day, they experienced life of love,
So much, that they even felt loved by the feeling of love,

She waited for him in every moment,
She felt it was him whenever a leaf fell or she felt some movement,

He too felt the same; as she felt,
He to with her in his own heart dwelt,

They lived a life that was unlamented by all virtues,
They were kissed by life’s joys and and beauty’s all possible hues,

He was unremitting when it came to loving her,
He always wanted to be with her, forever together,

Then one day they slept under a rose bush in full bloom,
Then I beheld them being woven together on the life’s loom,

He now lives within her and she lives within him,
She is the rose bush that radiates with a different light under the moonlight dim,

He is the roses which only bloom for her,
And she is the rose bush that only grows for him forever!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Roses and they

She had shown him many things,
She had made him feel joys of many springs,

They had been to many places together,
They had found love in each other,

He had believed in her and her every word,
He had erected on the highways of his heart her every memories’ billboard,

She had travelled on them for many years,
She had never let time’s brevity be the reason for her fears,

So they felt every passing day, they experienced life of love,
So much, that they even felt loved by the feeling of love,

She waited for him in every moment,
She felt it was him whenever a leaf fell or she felt some movement,

He too felt the same; the way she felt,
He too with her in his own heart dwelt,

They lived a life that was unlamented by all virtues,
They were kissed by life’s joys and and beauty’s all possible hues,

He was unremitting when it came to loving her,
He always wanted to be with her, forever together,

Then one day they slept under a rose bush in full bloom,
Then I beheld them being woven together on the life’s loom,

He now lives within her and she lives within him,
She is the rose bush that radiates with a different light under the moonlight dim,

He is these roses which only bloom for her,
And she is the rose bush that only grows for him forever!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Her

Her thoughts fall like rain drops from somewhere above,
And they remind me of her and our moments of love,

Her memories rain as kisses covering my every thought,
And they remind me of the battles of love by us together fought,

Her smiles spread like the sunshine that lights up everything,
And among this array of things, my heart too is one thing,

Her eyes steal every view floating in my vision,
And it feels like the most welcome treason,

Her voice sounds like a conversation between the rose and a butterfly,
And I wish she were a butterfly and this rose were I,

Her presence feels like the most beautiful wonder of reality,
And when I look at her, she appears to be bathed in superlative sublimity,

Her tenderly moving lips remind me of Eden,
And I wonder if she is the one, originally created by God as the most beautiful maiden,

Her movements feel like romantic shaking of flowers by the slow breeze,
To watch her in this graceful act puts my heart and mind at an eternal ease,

Her expressions that adorn her face,
Make me believe, that it is in her, Eden somehow hid its every grace,

Her everything, her every act, her every movement,
Wants me to steal her from time’s every moment,

Her wonder invades me subtly and then completely,
And I claim, “Irma I love you totally!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Highways of love

He traveled on emotional highways,
Followed by someone who knew his all ways,

Together they invested in feelings new,
Where there were many memories and moments of joy kissed by morning dew,

He criss crossed the lanes and highways with her,
As they felt new emotions and experienced new feelings together,

The highways of emotions that eventually transformed into the highways of love,
And on these highways you only saw them, whether you looked from any side or you looked at them from above,

Because they traveled on highways, of which only they knew,
Created by their feelings of love and emotions new,

These highways stretched from heart to heart,
And they experienced the unstoppable rush of intense emotions from the very start,

And as the highway of one feeling ended,
With a new heart beat a new one got instantly created,

So it can be said they lived in their bodies but they stayed in each others hearts,
To feel the highways of feelings from which that original moment of love never departs,

Then as the day approached its end,
These highways of emotions and love did tend to bend,

Where they entered a circular formation,
And as a single sentiment the highways circled around their hearts like purest form of love’s sensation,

And as their eyes slept, their hearts stayed awake, creating circular highways of passionate feelings,
Where their hearts secretly dealt with love kissed feelings,

And at the break of the dawn, the highways stretched again,
As they raced towards new emotions while being kissed by the love’s rain,

It has been so, for centuries now,
Because on these highways of emotions and passions, time exists only for them, every moment called then and every moment called now,

It is just the highways, the two hearts, and the moments of time that never end,
Because they know physical highways may end, but feelings of true love never end, nor do they ever bend!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Feeling so

It was not often she felt so,
It was not often he felt her so,

There was something about it and she wondered why was it so,
There was something within her asking her to let it be so,

It was beautiful, it was surreal, and nothing had ever made her feel so,
It was forever that she wished, if she could feel so,

And then wondered how could it be so,
Forever with him, forever around him; and then forever feel so,

Like the summer flower kissed my summer kisses, so often and so,
Like the summer flower, she wanted to feel and then be so,

And ah this feeling, to then forever feel so,
And ah the touch of the summer that makes the summer flower feel so,

A summer that it has never felt before, and it loves to feel so,
A summer that always returns just for her and makes her feel the flower within her, and ah the feeling thereof and so,

That is how my love Irma I feel, and the feeling is truly so,
That of the summer, the summer flower, and in it all, just you, and ah the wonder to feel so!

Maybe that is what love is about, and maybe that is why I feel so,
Maybe that is what I had always wanted to feel, and now I feel so!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Flower in love

The flower to the butterfly,
Where do you always come from?
Why do you always fly?
And where do your wings get these colourful patterns from?


She flew away without any reply,
For she had a known flower to kiss,
And his yesterday’s queries to reply,
And then offer him a passionate kiss,


There, poised on the flower that she knew,
She spread her wings over its petals,
It was a feeling that the flower knew,
As the butterfly’s colours kissed its petals,


Under the cover of her wings,
They romanced in the light of love,
And what a wonder it became to see a flower kissed by open butterfly wings,
The symbol of two conflict free beings in total love,


Beauty pressed over beauty, and covered in love,
As the sunlight enveloped them in the shimmer of the pure light,
The flower fell in love and the butterfly experienced love,
And then it flew in the direction of the light,


And I watched her flapping her wings hurriedly,
As she shed her dust of colourful beauty over the flower in love,
She became a part of this pure light almost hurriedly,
And now it is the permanent delight for the light kissed flower, who too finally experienced love!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Love and time

It was as if time had gone on a vacation,
At least it was not there where I was now,
Because there I could not feel her sensation,
So it was a world without her beauty, thus a world without love,

Time appeared to transition from one moment to another,
But I could not feel its presence,
For a while I thought I was in a world, that was some other,
As my heart did not experience life’s romance,

In her absence time appeared to be on a vacation,
The world seemed to have come to a sudden halt,
Without her, world’s charms had lost all their traction,
And I wondered whether it was my or time’s fault,

Everything and everyone moved, and life happened just like any day,
But to me somehow time appeared to be somewhere else,
Because it felt it was not here today,
And maybe only her presence can convince me it is false,

Maybe time has drowned in the past,
Forgotten somewhere in her infinite memories,
And my mind exclusively recreates moments, only from the past,
And convinces the heart to keep beating for the sake of her old stories,

Or is it that the present is an illusion of shadows,
Shadows from the past, her and my past,
And the present only from this past borrows,
So I am in this illusion of timelessness cast,

But whatever it might be,
Whether time is here or somewhere else,
She, her memories; are intact within me,
And my every heartbeat still says, there cannot be anyone else,

So, there is no need to seek time that has vanished suddenly,
Because I have installed her memories everywhere,
And now time has left me in my peaceful corner knowingly,
So I believe, time is somewhere else, but not here, not here,

And my love Irma, let me escape with you into this corner,
Where time has no business,
And just be your lover,
And let that be my only business,

For time will then lose its pride, someday, in that somewhere, where it has fled,
And it will offer us it's rarest gift of eternity,
Because my love, a rose by its own thorn is never hurt or bled,
So instead of time, we shall live in the love’s sanity,

Where time serves no purpose,
Because everything exists for everything,
There life offers no fake pose,
It is then that love becomes a true virtue and not just a thing!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“When time bends

There, placed adjacent to each other,
Stood everything and nothing,
There was everywhere and nowhere together,
And even forever and never existed as one thing,

And fate asked me to choose one combination,
Whatever I chose, I chose and didn't choose as well,
Because with everything there was nothing too as its destination,
With everywhere there was nowhere, similar to heaven and hell,

And forever was accompanied by never,
So what to choose I did not know,
Although it was not an experience newer,
But it was a new realization, about which something all your life you know,

It was then I said “everything and nothing!”
And fate laughed and said, “very wisely chosen!
Because now with everything I shall offer you everything,
Everything, everywhere, forever, life, joy, beauty and a height where your heart has never risen,

But everything is followed by nothing, nowhere, never, sorrow,
All that you may seek not so often,
But at least you will experience darkness after having experienced the brightest glow,
Because without knowing nine one can never arrive at ten,

So, well chosen because had you chosen forever,
It might have been that darkness visited you first,
And then it would have been so forever,
And if you had chosen everywhere it too may have been an unpleasant burst!”

I wondered what it meant,
But as I grew old I realised in everything lies true eternity,
So this wish still pays my every rent,
For all my desires and wishes of joy and beauty,

Because everything is never ending,
By the time it shall reach its end and become nothing,
I shall be long gone, a summer flower already fading,
Then it does not matter whether it is something, everything or nothing,

And every life should be about everything,
Only then we get to experience joy and beauty that never ends,
To be our companions beyond that unseen world of that malign feeling,
Where everything becomes nothing, everywhere becomes nowhere, and forever becomes never, where time bends,

So choose everything whenever life offers you a chance,
Because one day it will surely end,
So when you get the chance, perform your dance,
Because there shall be enough time later, to repair and mend,

All nothings, all nevers, all nowheres and all ends,
Therefore, the day sun shines, assume it shines just for you,
Because when time finally bends,
It bends for all of us, not just for me, but you too!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Busy street of emotions

On a languid Sunday afternoon on the busy street,
Everything everywhere appeared to be missing a beat,

Few of their desires, of their hopes, many of their own dreams,
And in midst of all this I could hear strange screams,

There was rush, there was movement, there was life in its busiest state,
Many loved to be a part of it whereas a few showed all signs of hate,

They were the ones who were not chasing life, they were after something different,
That the busy street did not offer, and to the most people caught in its glamour it nothing meant,

To me all appeared to be seeking the same illusive something,
A thing that is born of nothing, and to a few it means everything,

That something, about which I had no clue, but the busy street certainly knew about it,
It knew everything about it,

But it had concealed it from all, happy and sad alike,
For now it had kept everyone busy pursuing what he/she liked, and what next he/she would like,

It was then she appeared in the busiest corner of the street,
Where people crossed each other; but noone nobody did ever meet,

They all saw other people's eyes but not what their eyes could see,
All were in this maze of fascinations where they had been before, but there they again and again wished to be,

And then she got up and left this busy corner,
And whispered in my ear, “let me show you a life that is real and livelier!”

I followed her wherever she went,
And that is how my Sunday was spent,

Finally as the evening set in and people began to feel weary,
And life too seemed dreary,

I looked at the once busy street that was now empty and desolate,
“This is the fact of life, and this is what you shall be able to isolate!”

With these last words she disappeared,
And now on the street, only I and my infinite avatars appeared,

Everywhere, in everything, and the street got busy again,
Because now I was dealing with life in its reality: joy, sorrow, love, faith, defection, everything and even pain,

So whenever you visit this busy street, walk towards everything with every feeling,
Because in our lives we all are either with retreating joy or with an advancing pain dealing!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Wings of passion

She appears in flashes of past moments,
In every feeling, in every emotion, in every sensation, but in segments,

Where past always sails into the present,
In ways surreal and sometimes too decadent,

Until you feel you are leading a life that now belongs partly to the past,
Where you felt her and kissed her the last,

Then the present evaporates, leaving behind only the moments lived long ago,
And the heart rushes there where the mind dares not to go,

A past that has no end, because it always begins in the present,
And then I feel covered in her scent,

Now past too disappears and time does not appear to exist anywhere,
Because now I feel just like her scent, everything and everywhere,

And all feelings get recreated, giving birth to endless emotions and a new sensation,
And from them I seek my moments of salvation,

Because now she is the undying and never quitting sensation,
Achieved after the ultimate act of emotional distillation,

Where present disappears, past does not exist and only her memories appear as flashes of feelings,
To become the minds refuge and the heart’s ever stretching wings,

Leading it into the world where she is the sky,
And in it and unto it, the heart loves to fly,

And now she appears like the beauty’s self manifesting expression,
In every feeling, in every emotion, in every sensation; as the heart spreads its wings of passion!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Wings of passion

She appears in flashes of past moments,
In every feeling, in every emotion, in every sensation, but in segments,

Where past always sails into the present,
In ways surreal and sometimes too decadent,

Until you feel you are leading a life that now belongs partly to the past,
Where you felt her and kissed her the last,

Then the present evaporates, leaving behind only the moments lived long ago,
And the heart rushes there where the mind dares not to go,

A past that has no end, because it always begins in the present,
And then I feel covered in her scent,

Now past too disappears and time does not appear to exist anywhere,
Because now I feel just like her scent, everything and everywhere,

And all feelings get recreated, giving birth to endless emotions and a new sensation,
And from them I seek my moments of salvation,

Because now she is the undying and never quitting sensation,
Achieved after the ultimate act of emotional distillation,

Where present disappears, past does not exist and only her memories appear as flashes of feelings,
To become the mind’s refuge and the heart’s ever stretching wings,

Leading it into the world where she is the sky,
And in it and unto it, the heart loves to fly,

And now she appears like the beauty’s self manifesting expression,
In every feeling, in every emotion, in every sensation; as the heart spreads its wings of passion!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“God’s desperation

There it was in the mirror,
Her reflection that did not appear newer,

Because it was from the past,
On the mirror of present so well and eloquently cast,

I walked forward to take a closer look,
As I allowed myself to get caught in this hook,

And when I looked at the mirror’s surface,
There appeared her beautiful face,

The mirror had turned into a visual spectacle like none other,
Bearing all her past reflections intact and beautifully together,

I gazed at it and then at her too,
And the mirror reflected just her form, there was neither I nor any of you,

Because it reflected what I had felt or known already,
And it reflected these experiences in forms wonderfully steady,

And in my past I always thought about her and only imagined about her,
In the present too when I still perpetually think of her,

The mirror creates many images, but eventually all of them converge into one,
Just her, and always her, nobody else, and not someone,

Whom my past had not known,
That reflection in this mirror has never grown,

So, the mirror that belongs to the present may just portray the past,
But how does that matter, because even in the present you are my first thought and my wish last,

Let the past end wherever it may please to end,
Because my present will always find a way to bend,

And create your reflection in every mirror,
Because my past is mine alone, so wherever the mirror maybe, for me you will always be there,

In the mirror, growing as a reflection of my every feeling,
And now it seems that the present as well as the mirror are willing,

To let my past be transposed over present and reflect you everywhere,
Of this even the Heaven is aware,

But what can it do, because for me the sky is the mirror now,
And in it I just see you and I only feel our love,

And for someone as insignificant as me,
The Gods cannot destroy everything and recreate a new sky, so they let it be,

Your reflections in all my mirrors, that travel from the past to recreate my present,
And now my love Irma, we have the protection of God’s consent,

A reluctant approval from the Gods to let us have it our way,
To feel the beauty of night when it is a bright sunny day,

For they have their own mirrors and reflections to deal with,
So, they let me romance your image, that I love to be with,

And I see the Gods desperately seeking reflections in mirrors of their own creation,
Where they appear to seek some unknown vision of beauty, a feeling, a deep sensation,

That I have discovered in my mirrors through your reflection,
This is my joy and for the desperate Gods it is their only predilection!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The garden

The garden, garden of everything,
Where her glamour grows on everything,

It is a vogue of feelings all,
And how I love being with these feelings all,

Her feelings, growing everywhere in this garden,
Where she is my only beautiful imagination in this beauty’s own garden,

Her thoughts grow as buds of joy everywhere,
That wait to blossom as feelings not just here or there, but everywhere,

And when these feelings bloom,
I feel surrounded by her sensations and within them now my feelings bloom,

Opening as petals of feelings representing a range of emotions,
Her imaginations, her thoughts, and love’s all emotions,

Then this garden smells like a nursery of all hopes, wishes and desires,
And as her sensations fuse with my desires,

The garden closes like a morning glory,
And within it lie all my feelings submerged in her beauty’s glory,

As I lie there in this blossom of bliss and garden of her beauty,
The garden reveals its true splendour, its original beauty,

And I see her standing there, and nothing else,
Now she is the garden, she is an assimilation of all my desires and everything else,

Then the universe does not exist, the world disappears; and just the garden remains,
And in it she as its chief beauty grows, and there is what now remains, all that remains,

Of me and my desires, and my all hopes,
Because with her in the garden I feel no need for wishes and no need for hopes!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Amazing beauty

After a while, that seemed longer than the longest moment of time,
There she stood in her shy beauty, but now in its prime,

It seemed sun beams bathed her soul,
To make her a true personification of beauty whole,

That is as beautiful inside as it is outside,
And between these facts her true personality did somewhere reside,

And I wanted to locate it and end my predicament,
To seek for myself a new realisation, a new sense of fulfillment,

That of loving someone who exists beyond the palpable dimensions,
Even beyond the known scale of human sensations,

Because whenever I look at her, whether it is day or night,
I wish to touch her part of beauty that FEELS differently bright, because it is always out of sight,

And today when she stands right in front of me,
By diving into her eyes I wish to find her true source of glee,

And when I dived in them with my closed eyes but an open heart,
I realised, it is beautiful feelings and pure thoughts that to her their beauty impart,

Now I live in them, with them, and maybe for them too,
Because only then I manage to love her invisible beauty, her reality, her beauty true,

So, I have a new address of existence now, her eyes, her thoughts and her dreams,
Where I lie covered in beauty’s imagination and its beautiful beams,

And this moment that I have been experiencing for infinity now,
Is our well preserved secret of our feelings of love!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Horizon of love

The sky was blue, and like always spreading everywhere,
And under this blue sky, I knew she was somewhere,

Where but, I had no idea, how far, I did not know,
But I bore her memories and her feelings in all my emotions and feelings low,

And sometimes when I looked at the sky, the sun was everywhere and so was the moon,
I wondered and hoped if she were like them; these were my thoughts one placid afternoon,

Then as I watched the sun set and kiss the horizon,
I remembered her with my deepest passion,

Because just like the sun that sinks into the horizon and disappears in the vastness of its waiting lover,
In me sink her memories, her feelings, her thoughts, creating a world that is fairer,

But filled with waves of anxiety, longings; and a lot of wishes that surface as bubbles everywhere,
As they are burst one by one when I look at the red sky and imagine her there somewhere,

Then the sun disappears, and what remains of it are just the dying shades of red,
It is then my desires leave me, my wishes forsake me too, because into her world they now tread,

Into the world that is red with passions and stretching wherever my imagination takes it,
For now this is how she exists in my world: She in me, I in her, and our restless desires together cast into it!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Horizon of love

The sky was blue, and like always spreading everywhere,
And under this blue sky, I knew she was somewhere,

Where but, I had no idea, how far, I did not know,
But I bore her memories and her feelings in all my emotions and feelings low,

And sometimes when I looked at the sky, the sun was everywhere and so was the moon,
I wondered and hoped if she were like them; these were my thoughts one placid afternoon,

Then as I watched the sun set and kiss the horizon,
I remembered her with my deepest passion,

Because just like the sun that sinks into the horizon and disappears in the vastness of its waiting lover,
In me sink her memories, her feelings, her thoughts, creating a world that is fairer,

But filled with waves of anxiety, longings; and a lot of wishes that surface as bubbles everywhere,
As they burst one by one when I look at the red sky and imagine her there somewhere,

Then the sun disappears, and what remains of it are just the dying shades of red,
It is then my desires leave me, my wishes forsake me too, because into her world they now tread,

Into the world that is red with passions and stretching wherever my imagination takes it,
For now this is how she exists in my world: She in me, I in her, and our restless desires together cast into it!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“With her and that someday

He entered the quietness of his own mind,
Where he could not be by anyone found,

Neither by the rays of the bright sun,
Nor by the deeds that seek him for acts still undone,

But he lies in the silence of his mind, quiet and silent,
Here he deals with million feelings, many permanent and a few transient,

He thinks of her and her beautiful ways,
In the darkness of nights and brightness of sunny days,

Seeking something that would lead him to her,
And then rest there, in that sacred space of his mind, forever with her,

Time calls him but he appears to be heedless to its every call,
The day invites him, but all its invitations collide against a robust wall,

The wall of his mind that surrounds him permanently,
Because there he likes to be with her virtual entity,

Maybe he wants to escape from this state of morbid stillness,
But in this stillness, a state of nothingness, he experiences a feeling of fullness,

For imagination is the darling muse of every beautiful mind,
And maybe there he lies with her, beyond the evil fangs of reality, in the imagination of his mind,

Undisturbed by the evil intended men and women,
Who always want to act in other’s lives as specialist foremen,

Without realising winter can never know the feelings of the summer,
And without having loved and lost, how can others think they are better,

So they force him to digress and retire to his mind, and the quiet space there,
A place that actually is nothing and nowhere, but for him for now, it is his only somewhere,

Where love finds him because he always finds it,
In her memories, in her imaginations, and in the strange devices of his own wit,

So he has become anonymous for the world, but a sort of forced anonymity with a hidden intent,
Because whenever I see him, I feel he did not go there, there he was forcefully sent,

Maybe he is long dead now, and it is his ghost that visits this mind,
Because he is obsessed with knowing the undefined,

For most of us have to muster courage,
But a few of us are born with it way above the normal average!

And perhaps a typhoon of thoughts is on its way,
Who knows when, because they murdered him a long ago, but his ghost is still seeking to resurrect him one day, that anonymous someday!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Stairway of desires

Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,

Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,

As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,

And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,

For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,

That feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,

So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,

And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it is a never ending act,

A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,

There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love in better ways now,

For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,

To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,

My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,

It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,

So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,

The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,

Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, someday you shall too!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Stairway of desires

Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,

Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,

As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,

And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,

For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,

Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,

So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,

And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,

A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,

There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love you in better ways now,

For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,

To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,

My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,

It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,

So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,

The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,

Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Stairway of desires

Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,

Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,

As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,

And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,

For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,

Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,

So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,

And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,

A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,

There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had known you yesterday, only to love you in better ways now,

For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,

To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,

My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,

It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,

So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,

The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,

Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Her sensation

There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,

For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,

Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,

Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,

Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,

Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?

These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,

Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,

The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,

Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name mabe Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Her sensation

There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,

For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,

Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,

Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,

Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,

Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?

These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,

Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,

The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,

Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name may be Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“No endings

All seasons have ended,
Life that began once, it too has ended,
But in all these endings something is born,
A new hope, a new desire, a new wish is born,

Old visions have ended,
Old realities do not exist anymore, they too have ended,
Because sometimes the heart wants to seek more,
So the mind ends the old, to be able to align itself with the heart a little more,

Yesterday's dreams are over, their appeal has ended,
All moments associated with all yesterdays and bygone days, have ended,
But the feeling to seek a new end has surfaced,
And to support this pursuit to seek a new end, a new beginning has surfaced,

Past has become insignificant because it has ended,
And before the present moments end too like the past that just now ended,
The present has arrived,
And with it many hopes too have arrived,

But, her memories, her feelings, her sensations, none of them have ended,
Because she appeared as the only beginning when everything had ended,
So my new romance with her has begun,
That begins with every new end, and I love whatever in its wake has begun,

Tomorrow, today will have ended,
Just like the moments that belong to the moment called now, will in the next moment have ended,
But she is neither like today nor like the disappearing moments of time,
She is the feeling that becomes more relevant and more anchored in the present, unlike the virtue of time!

So let me love her until everything has ended,
To know what actually begins when everything has ended,
And be sure that it is my love for her that can never die or be confounded,
These maybe lover’s solicitous feelings, and maybe it is due to them my love for her can never be confounded!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Only with her - PART I

Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,

It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,

As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,

Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,

From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new suffrage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,

The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,

But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,

Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,

But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,

And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,

And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,

However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,

As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,

Continued in part II........”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Only with her - PART II

For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,

I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,

Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,

I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,

I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,

To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,

For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,

So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,

And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,

Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,

Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,

So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,

Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.

So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!

And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Only with her - PART I

Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,

It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,

As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,

Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,

From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new emotional outage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,

The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,

But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,

Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,

But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,

And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,

And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,

However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,

As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,

CONTINUED IN PART II.........”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Only with her - PART II


For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,

I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,

Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,

I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,

I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,

To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,

For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,

So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,

And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,

Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,

Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,

So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,

Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.

So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!

And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The fireplace

The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,

Because a part of her had escaped with these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart participate in some organic vitriol to lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,

Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,

But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,

In this hope I keep staring at the ash gray fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace and nowhere,

It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,

Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The fireplace

The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,

Because a part of her had been imprisoned by these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,

Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,

But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,

In this hope I keep staring at the ash filled fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace, else nowhere,

It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,

Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Heart’s deviation

Let us travel from now to then, from today to tomorrow,
Let us fulfill our desires and wishes in a row,
Because they lie sequenced in the order only you and I know,
And you can see them all over my face while I see them appearing on your beautiful brow,

Let me take you into the clouds and get wet,
Let me take you there where I first saw you and then our hearts met,
Because in that place everything is still wet,
Although there are no clouds and the sky is clear, I wonder from where it could such a cover of wetness get,

Let me take you there and together discover its secret,
Let us know what no one else knows about it,
Because the place is mysteriously always wet and it is beyond my wit,
Or it could be it is just my false impression of it,

Let me then make a confession, that since you left nothing has returned,
Let me reveal to you the world that appears deceptively wet as it is actually the world that has endlessly burned,
Because when from the distance you see fields of burned desires and wishes turned to ash, they look like wet surfaces where everything is frozen in stillness and unturned,
And it is from ash covered places like these life has all its ploys learned,

Let me take you away from here too, somewhere far, very far, where burning is not required,
Let us travel there where heart’s find whatever they have wished for and desired,
Because they say utopia is somewhere where human feelings are never by desperate moments mired,
And in this outlandish possibility let us seek each other and never feel tired,

Let me love you behind the clouds and beyond the blue sky,
Let us go there where everything burns: the sun, the stars, the universe, and everything that flies by,
Because there, maybe when you see them burning in the fire of eternity and cry,
You might realise why few places appear to be always wet long after their fires die,

Let me look at your face, your eyes; and understand you a bit more,
Let me see you in reality’s dress and then let me your every sentiment explore,
Because when we realise what burning feels like it is then your true soul peeps from your skin’s every pore,
Then let me kiss you and see if you too ever felt wet, and feel the corner of your heart where all your feelings you store,

Let me let you explore me in the same ways,
Let me let you experience the wetness of my soul, that has burned endlessly for nights and days,
Because only then you might be able to see what you could never feel because you knew not how to deal with heart’s ways,
As it is with all of us, in the beginning we let our minds dictate the darkness of our nights and the brightness of our days,

Let me cover you with my desires and their fires and everything that you wish to feel,
Let me show you how human lives turn and spin on the fate’s wheel,
Because sometimes what appears to be the reality is actually not real,
Maybe it will be the misadventure of our hearts but then if you look at the world and the universe even real sometimes seems unreal,

Let me introduce you to the world where everything is real because there is no fake dimension,
Let us then live in this romantic moment this romantic sensation,
Because in the miscellany of my feelings, desires, and endless wishes, your feelings appear to be my heart’s only native creation,
So let me, my love Irma, make you feel what true impenitence feels like when you do not obey your mind but you follow your heart’s every selfless deviation!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!