They Loved in 2075! Quotes

“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!

“Love’s space

In the distance, not too far but far enough,
I had once seen her walking with someone,
And that single, casual visual encounter was enough,
To think of her always and that mysterious someone,

They walked for a while and then sat under a tree,
There they spoke of past while they were still discovering the present,
And I wondered of my own future under the tree,
Long after they had left, when I was dealing with my own present,

I had somehow anchored my likings on her,
My thoughts always felt her presence,
She was there under the tree and I was with her,
Although in reality she was exploring her own present in that someone’s presence,

Yet I loved to return to the tree and be there for hours,
Thinking of her and the future that could be,
Her and mine, just ours, and then it would create for us unending hours,
I so deeply wished if it could be, only if it could be,

The tree is there, the stream too,
I am always there between the stream and the tree,
They both know it too,
But what I wish for the girl and myself, the stream wishes for the tree,

So whenever I am under the tree thinking of her,
The stream flows by looking at the motionless and stationary tree,
And then both remind me of her,
Both the stream and the tree,

Now it is winter and the stream has frozen,
Just like the tree, motionless and anchored in eternity of nowhere,
And in me, just like the stream, her thoughts and feelings are frozen,
Because she now is the everywhere and everything in my emotional state called nowhere,

Like the stream that to express her feelings of love towards the never moving tree,
Froze itself completely and turned still,
To feel the feelings of her darling and ever still tree,
That even in her frozen state she loves still, in ways silent and still,

So I share the stream’s irony or maybe I share the trees stillness,
Its silence, where it quietly discloses that it never moves anywhere because it loves the stream,
That always flows through its roots of love, and when the tree feels this romantic stillness,
It decides to lie anchored on the banks of the stream, to enjoy his love’s accessible stream,

And I feel the same for her whenever I am under the tree,
Or with the stream that flows beside it,
For she still exists there, frozen for my sake by the always still tree,
And her reflection too is frozen in the running water of the stream, and I love feeling the wonder of it,

All of it, the stream, the tree, she; and her frozen reflection in the stream’s water,
And whenever I am here, the tree bends a bit, the stream slows her pace,
And I see her beautiful face in the flowing water, the stream’s clear water,
And then I too slow down my life’s pace, in this love’s own space, where time always loses its pace!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“A bomb here and a bullet there

A bomb here and a bullet there,
A wall riddled with bullets everywhere,

A man dead, a woman crying,
A young child crying and for nobody’s sake dying,

A building collapsing somewhere,
Homes on fire everywhere,

A soldier scanning for enemies,
A civilian seeking innocence in these wary faces who too are born of fairies,

A state of emergency declared in the war torn regions,
It is a crisis of all sorts, for humans, for every life form, and for my once familiar flock of pigeons,

Feelings of nothingness and nowhere appear to dominate,
Because that is what happens to mind when you have nothing to share but only hate,

A bullet to kill someone you don't even know,
A bomb to destroy a home that for someone is all he/she could ever know,

All gone, all lost, all turned to ash,
And from the sky a plane falls, it appears to be a fateful crash,

Where someone will die soon,
And it will be missed by many, and ah the pain of the moon,

To not find him anywhere not even in the sky,
For when you crash in wars you do not die,

A part of you lies on Earth and a part of you hangs somewhere in the Sky,
Confusing the angel of death whether to claim the remains that lie on the Earth or the hopes that died in the Sky,

Wars do not end when bullets are not fired and bombs do not fall anymore,
Because those who lose their hopes to wars are in a state of war forever and its immortal pain is what their hearts cannot ignore,

For a few it is just about a bomb here and a bullet there,
Unable to see injured memories and dying hopes everywhere!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“War and peace

Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,

Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,

Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,

Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,

Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,

They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within, and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“War and peace

Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,

Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,

Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,

Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,

Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,

They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Universe of My Love

I have loved you; why, when, how. I do not know,
I have loved you for your beautiful smile and for your mysterious glow,
With which you fill my life offering me a sense of completeness,
That invades me with your love’s stillness,
Your love, my emotions, my sentiments and my entire existence,
It feels like the most beautiful moment of reality with no hint of pretence,
Inside me I feel you flowing in my senses,
And there hidden from the world, just you and I and our romances,
Kisses of love, thoughts of togetherness and basking in your beauty,
Everything within me and outside me regards you as its patron deity,
In the night’s anonymity your thoughts are my only gladdening acquaintance,
And I willingly accept my, self-decreed sentence,
To become your prisoner, your admirer enslaved forever,
With the hope that someday in my humble submissions you will discover your lover,
Who loves you, only you. Why? I do not wish to know,
As long as in your eyes I see a reflection of my own life's flow,
So sleep my love Irma, but please never close your eyes,
For whenever you do so something within me dies,
You are my end and you are my beginning too,
I am the river and you are the always waiting sea that I restlessly flow to,
In you I have seen my heaven and daylight,
In this universe of mine you are my only starlight,
You are my visions and my always longed for that beauty's ultimate sight,
Let me hold your hair Irma, let me look into your eyes and be together every day and night,
Fill the emptiness of my life with your sparkling eyes,
Le me place my tired head under your hair and drift far and wide into these dark skies,
Of this familiar universe that your presence creates for me,
Let us be in this state forever my love; the ever expanding universe, and you with me!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Time, Light, Space, You and I!


In the spaces unknown and very high,
There where they say we all go when we die,
I fled my Earthly shadows to hide in that space high,
Where I did not obstruct light but I let it pass by.

Through me into its vast arena of cosmic lights,
Where there are no shadows because there are no egos and no fights,
Where all that shines is not merely due to bright lights,
Because in stars too I have seen some Divine delights.

That shine through them in those starry nights,
When the moon is silent, the sun is humble and the stars don't rumble,
I have witnessed sights during those nights,
Which even render the brightest sun humble.

It is a journey beyond the realm of time,
Where time controls nothing because it loses its infinity,
Because there light dictates the values of time,
Where light does not bend because it alters its proclivity.

There, I have seen time bending in that discreet space,
Where all laws of Earthly logic fail to compile anything,
There time obeys just the factors of light and space,
Where to a naked eye only hollowness spreads giving rise to nothing.

In actuality it is there time changes its character,
Because light assumes a new form,
And when new logics takeover and change the cosmic character,
Only then I am able to see a universe in a law that is so uniform.

I wish to take you on these secret journeys with me,
Irma and I, and I shall show you how reality bends in that dimension,
But only if you are willing to allow me,
To let me love you even in that highest and exalted mansion,

Where light behaves differently because time too bends,
I will take you there to steal a moment from time that never ends,
But it shall be upto you to choose what you wish to see when time bends,
Because time and light do not embark on leisurely errands.

So hold my hand when we reach that height,
And do not panic when you witness newer cosmic lights,
Manufacturing time to be able to reach those infinite heights,
To please Someone and to be the cause of those infinite cosmic delights.

Stand beside me only if you are sure,
Because to embark on a beautiful journey seeking eternity,
Is not meant for those who are unsure,
But for those who believe in the Divine sanity.

Where light obstructs time but time never obstructs the light,
Where I can not hide behind you nor you can hide behind me,
Because there everything that is bright is not light,
So stay with me my love and what a wonderful journey of love and wonder it shall be!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Autumnal Leaves & The One Who Greaves!

Leaves, few green, and many pale leaves,
Nature greaves, as Autumn their life steals,

And casts them into the lap of gravity,
As it leaps at them like a predator that is remorseless and beastly,

One by one, all pale leaves with red veins lie striven on different surfaces,
Of parks, gardens, pedestrians and that long promenade where summer still exists in traces,

In those pine needles still hanging on the tree of life,
Piercing deeper and deeper in the true spirit of life’s endless strife,

And the aching branches sigh a little louder with every new piercing,
But they sustain the pain in hope of adventing Spring,

And the river that still flows merrily through the fringes of the town,
Looks at the falling, pale leaves and aching pine trees, with an ever deepening frown.,

The cold cast iron benches on the promenade lie empty,
Where just a few months ago lovers kissed in an absolute feeling of felicity,

Now occupied occasionally by the regular joggers trying to understand why it rushes, this ever flowing river,
Unaware and heedless towards the lovers’ loss and the naked branches with green leaves fewer,

And nature, the true lover of us all,
Yet thanks the seemingly melancholic season of fall!

For to better preserve the heritage of beauty,
Time and death too need to fulfil their duty’

For what exists in the form of beautiful memories,
Resides in the sanctuary of immortality just like the sweet taste of last season’s red cherries!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Let my heart and mind

The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,

The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,

The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,

But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,

So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,

Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,

And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,

So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Let my heart and mind

The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,

The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,

The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,

But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,

So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,

Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,

And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,

So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― 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!

“Outlandish feelings

Outlandish worlds exist within us all,
Because there are stars that rise and then they fall,

Stars that belonged to a different world and now here in an alien world they are,
Alienated from their native skies to be cast into worlds astoundingly too far,

And in this outlandishness of rising feelings and many a belief,
The mind with the heart seeks familiar trails of relief,

But both lie mired in their unwillingness to accept forced retirement,
Because loving her thoughts, believing in her brings wavers of excitement,

That condition the mind to seek the heart that felt and knew her so well,
In this outlandish emotional landscape where fate launches its ominous spell,

To never let the mind find the heart that easily fell for her charms,
Trapping the mind in new emotional storms,

Where life is turned into this falling star,
That gets thrown into a world of alien sentiments and a new emotional spar,

Between the mind that seeks those known feelings and the heart that knew her so well,
And deals with the hostile world of emotions where nothing feels like her and nothing bears her smell,

And it is in these outlandish territories of life that few of us seek a domicile existence,
Even if that means indulging in pretense and experience a few artificial moments of romance,

Whatever the case maybe, the romantic mind always seeks the romantic heart,
In these unknown landscapes where the fakeness of the alien feelings every sense does so easily outsmart,

Until the mind learns to calm itself with the hope that fallen stars rise and shine again,
And it forms a covenant of survival with the diabolic and ruthlessly crude spells of pain.

And then life continues to wander in all directions seeking the heart that knew her,
Until one day it resembles the life that hangs on the devil’s spur!

But the aging mind is still rigid and unwilling to believe in the deceptive landscapes of this outlandish territory,
Because it remembers all the heart beats of love and still believes in their fraternity,

Finally one day the mind rises once again above the feelings of alienation,
Because few minds believe in endlessly seeking her sequestered feelings of love with a God like determination!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Not fake

Inside every feeling lies her quiet presence,
A feeling that influences me more like a sense,
A sense that surges above all other senses,
Creating inside me a universe of new emotional resonances,

Which fill me with her thoughts and new feelings,
And life begins to stir and somewhere in the mind a thought rings,
That possesses my every sense and now I see her in all things,
And what a pleasure it is to notice her presence in these sightings,

Offering a changed view of reality,
A new prayer in the same old temple with the primitive deity,
That resides in my heart’s nativity,
And experiences moments of rejoicement in my mind that is the master of just one faculty,

That of always persuading the heart to just beat for her sake,
Even if that means putting the very purpose of my life at stake,
But now, together; the heart and mind a beautiful world make,
Where she is always real and not a part of a feeling fake!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“She wanted

She wanted to win all battles,
She wanted to possess all that delights and startles,

And when she was supposed to fight her fight,
She for some reason surrendered before fate’s might,

She wanted to fall in love and be his forever,
She wanted to ride the sprinting moments of joy that end never,

And when she found him, she failed to express herself,
She for some reason drew comparison between herself and himself,

She wanted to travel far and wide,
She wanted to reach there where there was no place to hide,

And when it was time for her to rise above all and be exalted,
She for some reason felt less vigorous and least excited,

She wanted to feel his kiss, she wanted to make him hers,
She wanted to be with him in life’s every season with no restrictions and no moral spars,

And when it was time for her to hold him with her heart,
She extended just her hands, and stretched her mind’s thoughts, with the missing love soaked part,

She wanted to live in a world where she existed just with him,
She felt this feeling deeply and it at all was not just a whim,

And when he opened his world to her and asked her to tread into it,
She felt her heart had turned into a bandit,

She wanted her feelings to bloom like the summer’s brilliance,
She wanted to swim in his love and fragrance,

And when he presented her his heart and laid it at her feet,
She felt what I call “the unfortunate lover’s defeat,”

She wanted everything, if not everyone, she aspired for a lot,
She wanted to find herself a role in life’s every story and a part in it's every plot,

And when the universe granted her this wish, she hesitated to be split into so many versions,
Because to love everything one needs endless reasons,

So, she finally wanted to be just with him and find in him all her joy begetting reasons,
She wanted in him to find her life’s all seasons,

And when finally the moment arrived, he stood before her eyes,
And since then a part of her every moment into his always open eyes dives,

Now she wants nothing no more, she just wants to be like the sky,
Where she can travel as far as imagination can take her, and feel his love before they die,

And when she became the sky and rose really high,
The man leapt with joy and touched the sky, and both felt the joy’s loudest sigh!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Wings of fire

It was a strange sight,
That brought feelings of excitement and fright,
A butterfly with wings of fire,
One representing wishes and the other meant to hoist her every desire,
There seemed to be no place where she could not go,
I had never seen her before, not even long ago,
Wherever she went, she set all flowers on fire,
Creating blazing gardens of endless desire,
Where wishes like pollen dust scattered everywhere,
Lifted by the ever rising flames and then dispersed here and there,
And wherever it fell,
There was no beauty to be felt and no stories to tell,
Because the flames turned the dust into a secret alchemy that resembled the inferno of hell,
Gardens burned, lands were parched, it was a diabolic sight that no words can explain well,
So, wherever the butterfly with wings of fire went,
It left trails of fire and devastation, with nature’s will broken and completely bent,
The butterfly used to be beautiful once,
It loved to fly and freely dance,
Until it was caught in a man made drought,
Leaving it exhausted and distraught,
As its wings stiffened and fell,
And it began collapsing into the hell,
There somehow she developed wings of fire,
To claim her unfulfilled wishes and her every desire,
And since then she has been on a rampage,
Nature too does not want to contain her in the cage,
Because she is avenging its losses,
So, now she recklessly all heights and every length crosses,
Wherever she goes the world of blazes and fires blooms,
With just one prospect, that of gloom and endless dooms,
Her desires are infinite, so her wings will never lose their fire now,
There is only one way to stop her, via a kiss of love,
But who would dare to kiss the wings of fire,
Let alone the act, the very thought does scare and tire,
Maybe the world, her world and our world will soon be reduced to cinders,
And we can only hope that someday she forgives us all, her offenders,
But behold the act of providence,
Her only means of guidance,
The wet drops of rain are soothing her hot and blazing wings,
And as her wings regain their natural and colourful shades, she once again sings,
Hopefully this spell of beauty lasts longer,
And humans and beautiful butterflies will once again learn to live together!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Their sake

It was meant to be so,
Their lives were meant to be so,
But then when it all began neither of them thought it would be so,
They felt time lived for them and forever it shall be so,
And they loved, they rejoiced, and they loved it so,
Always together under all situations very sure that it will always be so,
The woman loved the man and the man loved her equally so,
Whether it was a sun kissed day or a moon lit night, it never felt so,
Because during the day they experienced light of love and felt so,
On silent nights they lit candles of desires and passions, and they obediently lit so,
There was never a dark moment in their lives, at least for now it was so,
In their lives existed no vitriolic moment because for now it was not meant to be so,
They sought ratification from their hearts, and nothing else, and it was so,
This agitated the fate, and chance too; and they ployed to not let it be so,
They cast them in the world managed by predefined outcome of moments and now for them it was so,
No matter what they did, how hard they tried, it was never like before, and how they longed for it to be so,
Like before, like those sweet days, because fate and chance did not want it to be so,
Maybe they were scared the two lovers would render their existence purposeless, and how could they afford it to be so,
And to feed their pride they invented moments with predefined destinies, and made they fight a pre-determined battle, and for them it has been so,
Even the bright days appear dark, the moonlit nights seem hopeless, and now for long it has been so,
But they still love each other, they still hope, and with them it shall for eternity be so,
This has left fate and chance wondering how to rob time of new moments everyday, so that the world of lovers remains so,
Trapped in moments coded by malice and extreme cussedness of fate and chance, because they desperately want it to be so,
It seems time has realised the evil intentions of the two conspirators and it doesnt want it to be so,
Because then time will lose its purpose of existence and it ought not to be so,
As it would lead the universe into an endless struggle where all shall be busy keeping the fate and chance pleased, and it cannot be so,
For life to be organically progressive the two lovers should be free to desire anything and anytime, as and whenever they wish so,
Fate‘s deliberate interference, and chance’s intentional disappearance, would steal from life it's every charm, and life isn't meant to be so,
This is why time has stamped all its moments with emptiness that can never be filled by fate or chance, and now it is so,
And now the two lovers romance like before, they love like always, and since it has been so,
Fate and chance have been disenfranchised from free will, and now it shall be so, it has to be so,
Otherwise not just the lovers, love will lose its existence across the universe, that cannot afford to be so,
And now the two lovers love each other like before, only that now they respect time more, and what a great wonder it is to realise it and feel so!
The lovers loving like before as it was always meant to be so,
And now only for their sake the universe shall always be so,
Happily existing because the universe is meant to be so!”
― 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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“The crowd

Passing through the crowded places,
Witnessing life’s contours appearing on unknown people’s faces,
They all chase someone or something,
Almost like seasons changing,

Where spring chases the summer, summer chases the autumn, that loves to chase the winter,
In crowded places life acts like seasons, sometimes in ways unfair and at times in ways fairer,
Because few faces display real smiles, while many act to smile,
It is obvious when they cant recognise their own reflections in mirrors, exuding their life’s snippets of million miles,


As they go past me and I walk past a lot of these men and women.
I feel a common thread of life with which we all are woven,
It shows in their glances and it shows in my brief scans of their appearances,
But they go past me and I walk past them to chase our own desires and our new chances,

After a while the crowd forgets about me and I too forget everything about the crowd,
A feeling of silence overcomes the scene and I can hear my own heart beats clear and loud,
Then as I walk through the multitude of life’s representations,
I feel I am walking towards some lesser known feelings, life’s new sensations,

But the crowd does not stop moving or enjoy a moment of pause,
Because everyone in the crowd has life’s contours to cross and fulfil fate’s daily clause,
That needs them in the arena of life everyday, in the form of crowd that is always moving and sometimes winning and at times losing,
But riding the life’s lure and its ocean of uncertainties the crowd relentlessly keeps cruising,

How far will each one go and how long will each one last,
Is what life wants to know, it is so today and it has been so in the past,
That is why life invented crowds where it walks beside each one of them without being recognised,
And it tried to evict me from the rhythm of the crowd because her presence I had realised,

The crowd keeps getting bigger and the pacing steps never stop,
It is autumn now, leaves are falling and many a flowers drop,
But the true season of life can be witnessed in the movement of the crowd,
Where you always have to move in some direction, whether you are someone who is hated or someone who is loved!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Heart’s revolt

I remember her song,
I remember her soft breathing rhymes,
She lies within me just like the water to the ocean does belong,
She is the wonder of my past that her memories carry into my present times,

I think of her in all my heart’s appropriateness,
I feel her still everywhere and in everything,
In my mind’s every thought and in its wakefulness,
And in my dreams she still appears as the most beautiful thing,

I am facing an eviction of different kind,
I am voluntarily surrendering all feelings that do not bear her hints,
Although my mind is least pliant and it doesn't want to unwind,
Although my heart throbs for me, deep in its chambers it only her feelings mints,

I helplessly watch my own mind and heart in this act of revolt,
I face them both in the clamor of day and the silence of nights,
And I feel their enormous bolt,
And now, I am used to them both, and now; we three have become the sources of our own secret delights,

I may be a traveler on the highway of life,
I may be seeking what we all seek from it,
But when you realise a pliable mind and a pliant heart do not represent the fullness of life,
You fall in love with her, and the feeling grows deeper, until the feeling becomes a part of you and you become a part of it!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Where?

Where have all those moments disappeared,
Where to has her smile escaped,
When was the last time when on her face a smile had appeared,
When was it that she in her flashing radiance was draped,

Nobody knows nothing,
Nobody seems to care about anything,
Until one day she was lost like that insignificant Something,
Until that fateful day when her beautiful smile was reduced to nothing,

Where was she lost, her smile and she with it,
Where did her tormentors mislead her to,
When she realised it, she was already drowning in it,
When her mind screamed frantically, “whereto!”

Her heart had forgotten to feel,
Her feelings were dealing with fears of escalating anxieties,
Everything appeared fake to her in the surroundings real,
She had sunk deep in the abyss of perplexities,

Where was the lover who loved her and kissed her so many times,
Where was the guardian who vowed to protect her,
When she faced exceptionable and unwelcoming times,
When every reason that made her smile was dying within her,

Maybe the lover was busy kissing her beauty,
Maybe it was the only wish he wanted to fulfill,
And it seems he accomplished it with a sense of unwavering duty,
And today her absence with false sympathy he tries to fill,

Where was the sympathy when she needed it the most,
Where was the lover who feels, when she was alive,
When he was supposed to be with her, he was somewhere else, thus her smile was lost,
When he began kissing the smileless face, he had already killed her when she was alive,

So do not tell me you loved her with your heart,
So, she suffered more when you did not realise she was suffering,
Then she decided to leave and finally depart,
Then she left you long after you had learned to kiss her in ways more voluptuous than loving!

Where is she now, remains to be a bafflement for the lover in you,
Where are those smiles that her mirror sometimes reflects,
When she escaped from the prison created by you,
When you completely avoided acknowledging her emotional facts,

She left you, as for the rest of us, she is everywhere,
She is here, she is everywhere we wish to see her,
And for you when she was physically with you, you never learned to seek her spirit anywhere,
And since then you began losing a part of her, until one day, when she was right in front of you, you could not recognise her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Life’s trials

What does he live for?
There are many reasons,
Numberless beliefs, many impulses, that he could die for,
His life’s mottos his life’s reasons,

That he lives for and would easily die for,
For he believes in them all,
They bring him joy he always longed for,
So, he strives not for himself but for these reasons all,

Every night and every day, he toils through the life’s way,
On barren patches where you need strong reasons to keep walking,
Because sometimes when days are darker than the darkest nights, one may forget his way,
Until he has a good reason to carry on anyway and believe in the day and in his walking,

He often comes across moments with no richness of feelings,
And in this feelingless landscape of life, he questions life’s harshness,
And as he is overcome by life’s trials and their cussed feelings,
He summons these reasons to deal with life and its harshness,

He is a great inverter I suppose,
Because he always invents a new reason to live,
Everyday he is in this state of relentless strife, and about it I no more suppose,
Because he has proven it, otherwise how could someone with a life that feels lifeless, so well live,

He struggles, he falls, he waivers, he faces life’s repudiations,
But he carries on, for he has a reason to believe in and someone’s love to live for,
So, the villains of time and fate may have connived against him, along with life’s repudiations,
But none of them matter, because he has a reason to live for and someone’s love to die for,

How far will life go in his case and be villainous,
Only life knows, and fate maybe,
But his reasons of life and love of someone, enable him to deal with life’s moments villainous,
He will live forever maybe, because when he dies life will be left all alone, without any reasons; maybe,

And as long as he has reasons new everyday,
To live and deal with whatever comes his way,
Life shall envy him although it tries him in new ways everyday,
But he toils everyday in his own unique way,

This is what life seeks to know; how?
Maybe he is built differently by providence that gifted him endless reasons to live,
But the life is keen to know how,
And the answer is simple: Through her memories and her love, he finds the fountain of reasons to deal with life and to live!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Let

Let us go somewhere far,
Let us be there where there is no war,
Let us seek what peace seeks from all,
Let us be there, if we try, there we can be afterall,
Let us give life a chance,
Let us allow innocent hearts to feel their moments of romance,
Let us be there where you can be you and I can be who I am,
Let us not worry about who he/she is, but only focus on who we are and who I am,
Let us go there where seasons end and reappear in their cyclic recurrences,
Let us collect their beautiful impressions, their essences and their fragrances,
Let us follow no guiding star, but just our inner guidance,
Let us only follow our heart’s native radiance,
Let us believe in ourselves with firmness,
Let us believe that before seeking anything outside us we should seek it within us, that true feeling of happiness,
Let us harvest feelings true under this sky blue,
Let you be you, let me be who I am, but always be true,
Let us fill all emotional voids with moments of genuine adulations,
Let us indulge in these acts and end all our tribulations,
Let us wait for nothing, because time waits for nobody,
Let us try, and I am sure we shall succeed if we truly love somebody,
Let us let the sun set, because only then the moon will rise,
Let us for someone’s sake stand and witness our own rise,
Let us not flee when we should be participating in life’s dealings,
Let us believe and we shall witness divine joys and healings,
Let us give before we can take,
Let us take only what we can recreate or make,
Let us not fear repudiation of any sort,
Let us know we shall always be the masters of the thing called “the last resort!”
Let us not believe in aspersions because they might hurt someone,
Let us before dying, love that special someone,
Let us only deal with evinced hearts, for they know how heart breaks feel,
Let us, before we deal with others, with our own hearts’ deal,
Let me find this place for you and me,
Let me lead you there, and let us forever then there be,
Let me love you in the lap of time in that region,
Let your feelings and you, then be my heart’s only succession,
Let us then watch the setting sun and the rising moon,
Let me then disappear in the horizon of your beauty before the sunset and before the rising moon,
Let it be so then forever,
Let love and time seek us then Irma, in this landscape called “your and my everywhere!”
― 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!

“The climb

We all climb mountains high and low,
On days when there is darkness and when there is a bright glow,

It cannot be established who invites who,
But climb them we do,

Many of us climb them within us, scaling their every peak,
Most of us scale them outside us where our minds new heights seek,

These mountains never rise higher than our own fancies,
Often men and women have evinced these tendencies,

By subjecting themselves to emotional highs and lows,
Where what one is feeling exactly no one knows,

Because all of us stand on our own mountains,
Few bearing hopes, few bearing desires, few bearing endless wishes, but noone is free from life’s stains,

Life that paints us all in many ways and places us on these mountains that lie within us or outside us,
And we climb them, few from this end, few from the other end, but we all climb them without a hiatus,

The climb ends, but the mountain never seems to end, because a new one is formed always,
And humanity is compelled to invent new ways, to climb them on dark nights and bright days,

For you only stop when the mountain of life transforms into a flat land,
And then there is nowhere to go, it is the moment to wait and stand,

For that final mountain of life to reappear and challenge you once more,
Few choose to climb it no more and a few cannot ignore,

The mountain and its lure,
Because from the mountains high they deduce a feeling of thrill that is so pure,

That it makes them forsake the flat land and its pace,
Where you can stand, walk or run, but on a mountain you climb the contours of the place, and feel its true space!”
― 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!