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“Your special someone!

In the vastness of her inner mind,
In the confines of her selective memories,
In the visions of her eyes refined,
I want to discover our love stories,

In the blinking of her eyelids,
In the movement of her hands,
In the flickering of her lips and their deliberate wet slides,
I wish to create our empire of love lands,

In the mere act of her standing and doing nothing,
Just standing there staring at time,
In her thoughts, in her feelings, and in her everything,
I want to be her companion, or a mere shadow always cast on her moment of time,

In the idleness of her mind and its moments of thinking,
In the days of her life and the nights of her dreams,
In the smile that springs from her face when her beautiful eyes are blinking,
I wish to be her happy dreams and those infinite love beams,

In her playful mood, in her pensive moments,
In her feelings that originate from somewhere within her,
In her heart beats and her life’s pavements,
I want to be her blissful destiny, just like a feeling always living within her,

In the moments of her secret confessions,
When her heart secretly talks to her mind,
In her secret love breeding sessions,
I wish to be her passion, her emotion, her feeling, her everything that she wishes to find,

In her North, her South, her East and in her West,
In her quest to seek her moment of glory,
In the adventures of her heart where she is the best,
I wish to be the beginning and the end of her life’s every story,

In the day when she is awake,
And during the night when she is asleep,
In the silence of her mind, where she, her darling worlds does make,
I wish to be her treasure, her feelings, that always towards me leap,

In the sensitivity of her actions,
In the beauty that glows on her beautiful face,
In her simple, yet charming attractions,
I wish to be that ingredient of eternal grace,




In the silence of her room,
In the tender fluttering of her window curtains,
In the beauty of her Summer bloom,
I wish to be her heart’s only happy bulletins,

In the tip-toeing of her feet,
In the humming of her favorite song,
In the relaxing rhythm of her every heart-beat,
I wish to be her movement, leading her to my heart and memories, where she truly does belong,

In the feelings of her passionate kiss,
In the passions of her midnight dreams,
In the moments of her sensual bliss,
I wish to be her desire, and the loveliest dream, that so real seems,

In the sunshine of the beautiful Summer day,
In the calm of the warm Summer night,
In the sweet corner of her room, where, she her dreams of passion does display,
I wish to be her anxiety, and her love’s delight,

In that every thought where she thinks of someone,
In that step that she takes towards that special someone,
In her need to be with someone,
Irma, I wish to be the only one, that special someone!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Your special someone!

In the vastness of her inner mind,
In the confines of her selective memories,
In the visions of her eyes refined,
I want to discover our love stories,

In the blinking of her eyelids,
In the movement of her hands,
In the flickering of her lips and their deliberate wet slides,
I wish to create our empire of love lands,

In the mere act of her standing and doing nothing,
Just standing there staring at time,
In her thoughts, in her feelings, and in her everything,
I want to be her companion, or a mere shadow always cast on her moment of time,

In the idleness of her mind and its moments of thinking,
In the days of her life and the nights of her dreams,
In the smile that springs from her face when her beautiful eyes are blinking,
I wish to be her happy dreams and those infinite love beams,

In her playful mood, in her pensive moments,
In her feelings that originate from somewhere within her,
In her heart beats and her life’s pavements,
I want to be her blissful destiny, just like a feeling always living within her,

In the moments of her secret confessions,
When her heart secretly talks to her mind,
In her secret love breeding sessions,
I wish to be her passion, her emotion, her feeling, her everything that she wishes to find,

In her North, her South, her East and in her West,
In her every quest to seek her moment of glory,
In the adventures of her heart where she is the best,
I wish to be the beginning and the end of her life’s every story,

In the day when she is awake,
And during the night when she is asleep,
In the silence of her mind, where she, her darling worlds does make,
I wish to be her treasure, her feelings, that always towards me leap,

In the sensitivity of her actions,
In the beauty that glows on her beautiful face,
In her simple, yet charming attractions,
I wish to be that ingredient of eternal grace,




In the silence of her room,
In the tender fluttering of her window curtains,
In the beauty of her Summer bloom,
I wish to be her heart’s only happy bulletins,

In the tip-toeing of her feet,
In the humming of her favorite song,
In the relaxing rhythm of her every heart-beat,
I wish to be her movement, leading her to my heart and memories, where she truly does belong,

In the feelings of her passionate kiss,
In the passions of her midnight dreams,
In the moments of her sensual bliss,
I wish to be her desire, and the loveliest dream, that so real seems,

In the sunshine of the beautiful Summer day,
In the calm of the warm Summer night,
In the sweet corner of her room, where, she her dreams of passion does display,
I wish to be her sweet anxiety, and her love’s delight,

In every thought where she thinks of someone,
In every step that she takes towards that special someone,
In her every need to be with someone,
Irma, I wish to be the only one, that special someone!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak

“Your memories

Thoughts that travel from memories to mind,
Many feelings and emotions they unwind,
Almost like a stiff creeper vine that uncurls with first Spring shower,
Your memories make me feel like a flower,
That waits to feel clad in the Sunshine,
And unwind just like the weary and twisted creeper vine,
But right now there is neither you nor the Sun, but just the creeper,
That grows on the surface of your imagination as your thoughts sink into me deeper and deeper,
While I wait for you and the creeper waits for the rain drops,
I hope this love affair with hoping and imagining someday stops,
So that the creeper vines can gradually and forever unwind,
So that you exist in the real world and not just in the memories of my mind!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Mind and the streets!

In the streets and across the lanes,
Where eye of the mind its every faculty trains,

The body sometimes seems marooned and vilified,
By the mind whose every quest it defied,

Because the body travels through these lanes and streets,
Obeying the will of mind without seeking any treats,

But sometimes the body begins to question why,
Shall it be the one that always has to undergo the agony and yet never be able to defy,

So, it develops a liking for the dutifully beating heart,
That obeys the mind till its end, right from the very start,

And slowly the mind senses the revolt seeking the form of an uprising,
And it tames the body in ways strange and surprising,

In the final attempt the body treats the heart as its central mind,
Then the body is everywhere, and now the only thing you cannot find is the ever scheming and cunning mind!

So the body lives happily with the heart,
As the mind gradually knows its actual place and its influence begins to wane and depart!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“It began again!

It began when everything had ended,
When there was nothing left that could be defended,
The universe was rapturing in all possible ways,
When days were like nights and nights felt like days,
There was nothing left, so it seemed,
And suddenly life from its brink of extinction was redeemed,
By the memory of your kiss, by the memory of your smile,
And everything came alive, everything; even if it was just for a while,
Then my love Irma, the universe was recast in its original form,
My universe, our universe, where your essences arise to ease me like some magical balm,
So it began again, the romance that actually can never end,
Because even universe cannot destroy what a heart chooses to defend,
Now there is nothing except our love story,
Because the universe ended and then began with our love story,
And in this universe where everything exists just for you and me,
The universe can be, the world can be, as long as in your eyes my reflection I see,
Let the universe end, let the realms collapse, let all the stars turn dark,
I shall not regret it, as long as my heart bears your mark,
Of those feelings and emotions experienced together,
Where in the season of our lives, our love was the climate and it was the permanent weather!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“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!