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“Falling moths!

It was midnight as I passed by the street,
There were street lights, that cast shadows elite,

Long and elongated, as if to boast and bluff,
A macabre sight with fiendish stuff,

Shadows that scared their casters,
As if they were signs of foreboding disasters,

I still walked my course one step at a time,
While the shadows committed their emotional and visual crime,

Of intimidating the walker’s will and courage,
But I knew they had a surmised existence and it tamed my rage,

Then suddenly a moth fell over my shadow,
I stopped, I could clearly feel its bravado,

For the love of light, it dared the night,
Even if it meant the moth was destined to be a fallen knight,

But the night didn't know it kissed the light a 100 times,
Before it fell just for the destiny’s sake, and for no felony and no crimes,

Because if it is a crime to love light then I shall commit it too,
And like the swarm of million moths I shall kiss the one I love even if it begets me a moth-like fate too,

The fallen moth shivered and flapped its failing wings,
As it lay covered in the shroud of light that silently, every night a dirge sings,

To honour its all lover moths who fall just to kiss it,
For even Gods and prophets have died to kiss it,

The light, the light that reveals the true passions of a romantic moth,
And the light that guides every traveler on life’s path,

And tonight as moths flapped their failing wings over these bluffing shadows,
I thought of you my love and then the endless sorrows,

But the moth that fell over my shadow and died not suddenly but moment by moment,
I heard it say, “the kiss of light, the kiss of life I had eventually felt!�

So whenever I cross the street and street lights during the night,
I think of you, I think of the moth, I think of light and then everything disappears from sight,

And I see an infinite swarm of moths flying towards the sun,
For the divine light shall fulfill the promises that here for the moth were left undone,

And the eclipsed sun, that you and I see,
Is actually an infinite swarm of moths kissing the sun, that appears to be a solar eclipse to fools like me,

So let the fallen moth rest over these shadows in peace,
And let the night moan these gallant lovers, whose valour is stronger than the warriors of Greece!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The corner

She sat there crouched in a corner,
Her will was broken and nothing in her looked stronger,

There were no signs of smiles or moments of joy,
Around her an army of misfortunes time did deploy,

So she lay there tied to her weariness,
And her eyes revealed a deep emptiness,

She had a benighted existence,
And in her, sadness sought its own permanence,

Many passed by her side,
But all were busy dealing with their life’s own tide,

A few turned and noticed her wretched state,
But nobody wanted to uplift her spirits and mend her fate,

She resided in a place that is neither hell nor paradise,
Because in her state even soul refuses to rise,

So she hangs between nowhere and nothing,
Between everything and something,

Between the Hell that is there and yet it is not anywhere,
Between the Paradise that is there but actually nowhere,

And her grief deepened every moment,
And with every passing day she got cast into hopelessness’s basement,

Now she lies there trapped and feelingless,
Dealing with the life that is lifeless,

Today when I saw her and her stock of misfortunes,
I could hear her heart’s sad tunes,

I stood there frozen in the moment,
As she slipped deeper into despondency’s basement,

And by the time I reached out my hand,
There was the corner, an endless pile of misfortunes, and my empty hand,

The basement had consumed her and everything related to her,
It was an empty corner with nothing to offer and nothing to incur,

But a realisation that how often we all fail,
To sympathise with someone needy and frail,

I too extended my hand but it was too late,
And now for a lifetime I am caught in a debate,

Where the guilt shall push all heedless passers by in the same basement,
To clash with their own conscience and the girl’s every sentiment!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Purpose

Somebody said, real self awareness lies beyond thinking,
When the mind does not think,
But can eyes serve their purpose if they are always closed or open? No, their true purpose lies in blinking,
Even to realise we are not thinking we need to think,

So when they say silence is what offers inner peace,
I say without sounds, without voices, without music you experience a different form of silence,
Where you find not inner peace, but just your forsaken and unknown piece,
A piece that bears life’s no resonance,

So, you may meditate in silence, but let your mind be filled with voices,
Voices of love, voice of endless nature’s music,
Because it is only in death you shall experience eternal silence as it marks the end of all voices,
That is why death approaches silently, because it is only when you are alive that you can create and feel music,

So if they tell you to stop thinking and remain still!
Just smile, let them hear your voices of laughter and let them envy you,
Because by forcing you into silence even before your time to die, they actually intend to kill,
The beautiful and thinking mind gifted by universe just to you, only to you,

And if silence and thoughtless existence were the true philosophy of the universe,
Then there would exist flowers and nothing else, no breeze to scatter their scents and no birds to sing,
In this universe nothing is purposeless or perverse,
Imagine a beautiful butterfly withouts its wing,

And a mind that does not think is like a butterfly without wings,
Like a flower garden never visited by breeze,
So sing aloud whenever your heart sings,
Because with your mind and heart it is you who you should first be able to please,

Let these silencers of your mind and its beautiful thoughts say whatever they wish to,
You just fly like a butterfly with wings and dance to the tunes of every beautiful voice,
Because mind is an instrument from which you can create whatever you wish to,
So listen to the voices, listen to the sounds, love someone true and confess this to her in your beautiful voice,

I wonder what silent love feels like where two hearts just beat but never communicate,
Always remember your mind just like your life, serves a perspicuous purpose,
But when your mind is silent it retires into the hinterland where nothing grows because it now has no thoughts to replicate,
And it is then your heart turns impervious to every feeling, to every voice, and you begin to surmise about reality too that has an obvious purpose!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!