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“Broken boat!

The small boat was anchored, where the lake ended,
It stood there over the water and nothing at all pretended,
The silently lapping water showed no hurry,
Just like the still boat that today had no reason to worry,
The boat, the water, everything appeared to be at ease,
They had no reason to rush, and nobody to please,
Just themselves and their anchored state,
That steadfastly cast them into this feeling of never being tired to wait,
Wait for the sunrise, wait for the moon rise, wait for the morning,
Wait for the boatman, wait for a new wave, wait for the birds to sing,
It seemed the boat and the lake could wait forever and for everything,
And just like the boat I too waited for someone, that feeling beautiful, that special something,
The lake spreads far and wide,
And the boat stands anchored between this divide,
To wait or to drift at the wind’s will,
The prospect is attractive but the boat has a promise to fulfill,
Towards the boatman, towards the anchor, towards the lake too,
And towards something or maybe someone, nobody knows who,
Maybe it is her secret affair,
With the shore, with the security it offers her,
While she is romancing the shore and it erotically kisses her hull,
And an onlooker like me feels she wants to break free from this life so dull,
But maybe she does not regard the weight of the anchor to be a boundation,
For it holds her close to the erotic shore and it's wet and muddy sensation,
As time passes by, the boat begins to rot,
The kiss of the shore that enticed her and felt so hot,
Was actually fooling her to feel what was not real,
By the time the boat realised the kiss of the shore was unreal,
The hull of the boat had perforated and crumbled,
And as it lay there in this state of uselessness and now humbled,
The shore no longer kissed it,
Because now a new boat stood anchored there, and the shore was erotically kissing it,
The boat has decomposed, and its wood drifts freely in the lake now,
And it wanders endlessly to seek that real feeling of love,
But in pieces, one here, one there, one somewhere unknown,
In pieces trying to find love that it never had actually felt or known,
So, whenever I see a broken piece of a boat,
I think of you my love, and then with these pieces I and my feelings float,
Where? Only every broken piece of the boat can tell,
But unlike the boat, I feel our love is real and it is for nobody except us to judge and tell!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Love, she and me!

She stood there waiting,
And being an admirer of hers I thought she was waiting for me,
She brushed her hair sideways,
And like others I thought she was doing it for me,

She walked with grace and well measured steps,
And I thought she was walking towards me,
She smiled and her shimmering lips parted slowly,
And I thought they parted and shimmered to kiss me,

She knelt a bit and looked at the ground,
And I felt she was looking at my shadow and then at me,
She spoke of some wonderful experiences she had,
And I thought they were all due to me,

She raised her eyes to stare at the midday Sun,
And I felt in its gleaming rays she was discovering me,
She called someone haply,
And I wished if it were me, just me,

She traveled to some favourite destination,
And I wished if it were me,
She confessed her heart gives rise to endless desires,
And I so deeply wished, all her desires led to me, just me,

She looked at the starry night and and closed her eyes to dream,
How I wished all her dreams were about me,
In the morning she woke up with fresh smile,
And I hoped the smile always flashes only when she thinks of me,

Then she ventured into the affairs of the day,
And I wished her every step brought her closer to me,
She often said her prayers and thought about God,
And how I wished that her God thought of me,

She was carrying a bouquet of roses yesterday,
And I wondered for whom could it be? And wished it were for me,
Then she walked away holding just one rose in her hand,
And I hoped she dropped it in front of me,

It is afternoon and she is walking towards me,
Maybe it is just my imagination because I feel her true joy lies in being with me,
But who cares whether it is my imagination or something I so deeply wish for me,
That I want to love her, and spend the days thinking that she only loves me,

She has walked by so many times,
But she has never walked towards me,
It is a dilemma alike the day and the night, where one would never know whether the day seeks night or the night seeks the day,
So whenever she walks past me, I convince my heart she was walking towards me,

A decade has passed and her mere glimpse still gladdens me,
But today she walked up to me and said, “do you like me or you love me?�
I stood there speechless, not that my feelings have turned numb, but my words were failing me,
But somehow I managed to say, “I love you more than me!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!