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“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!

“Emotional territory

I had never been there before,
An emotional territory that was weighing on me and my soul, everyday a bit more,

There were relays of feelings printed on the reels of mind,
Where each feeling sought something that it could never find,

That unfulfilled desire, a darling wish that always remained a dream,
Now lost in the confusion where desires become wishes and wishes turn into desires representing heart’s every scream,

And this is where I was now, a territory that I owned, but knew nothing about,
It was like a reality based on known facts, yet the mind had its reasons to doubt,

Every feeling, that rushed to seek this unknown desire,
Not knowing what to like, what to love and what to admire,

Because desires had turned into wishes and wishes into desires,
Resulting in a quest of mind and heart that first seduces, and then tires,

As I stood in the middle of this unfamiliar emotional territory,
I thought of her and our love’s moments eternal and transitory,

And then desires were vanquished by once felt emotions,
Nothing was left of the wishes too, because now they were reduced to known and loving sensations,

Her and my feelings, in our territory of known feelings,
Then I reposed in this territory to think of her and let her old sensations be the cause of my temporary healings,

I am here in the same territory still, with the few known and many unknown feelings,
And I often wonder what defines my mind’s endeavours and my heart’s beatings,

Maybe one may never know and I may know the least about this emotional reality,
So I see no harm resting here in her emotional territory and her old memories, my own space of tranquility!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The heist of feelings

Everything appeared older than it was,
Time seemed to end sooner than it should have ended,
A moment that was here just now, I wondered, now where it was,
It felt like a desire, that before a wish could find it, always ended,

A feeling of strangeness where every sense failed to feel anything,
Because time ended sooner than before,
And you only felt a feeling that was made of everything but you could not feel anything,
Because it led to incomplete sensations that felt, only partially, like before,

They bore no true shades of complete feelings,
Because before the heart could feel them time ended their reign,
And being caught in this ever flowing stream of incomplete feelings,
Made you a victim of this strange reign,

Where time no more ruled, but something that controlled it now manifested itself,
Time rushed with an unknown pace, witnessing the premature death of its every moment,
It was as if time was fleeing from its own interlooping moments, and confounding itself,
And a sensation that visited the heart, left before it could be felt in that climactic moment,

And in this trench of strangeness everything vanished, finally to be lost forever,
Every incomplete feeling struggled to witness its completion,
Before it was destroyed and lost forever,
And moments of time too appeared desperate to realise their own completion,

But every moment of time was dissected into two halves,
One that felt a feeling and the other that carried its unfelt parts,
And thus every feeling, every sensation was cut into halves,
One that belonged to the mind and the one that only bore heart’s parts,

For a feeling that enters the heart through the mind is incomplete unless it reaches the heart,
And this force somehow stole the moments of time that entered the mind,
Ending them before they could meet their waiting part in the heart,
And as the moment left alone in the heart ended without feeling the sensation of the mind,

The trench was filled with moments of heart and moments of mind, never together,
And finally time realised it could undo this continuous heist of feelings and sensations,
And keep its separated moments together,
It dived into this trench with infinity and retrieved all feelings and sensations,

While this strange force is now riding ripples of infinity,
Time has rearranged sensations and feelings and paired them with their respective moments,
While the evil force is caught in the loops of infinity,
Time now flows as it always used to, in the form of complete moments,

Where a feeling beginning in the mind grows as a sensation in the heart,
And my love Irma, that is what time should be doing forever now,
Letting the thoughts of mind sink into the sensations of my heart,
To be our infinity of known feelings and sensations, always as fresh as now, always like now!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“No man’s land

They call it no man’s land,
Their nobody treads and nobody dares to stand,

Because it belongs to nobody,
Neither this side, nor that side, and there I saw somebody,

Standing there, looking at it from every side,
And it neither sulked nor made any attempt to hide,

But it said something with clear thoughts and in a very clear sound,
“This is where everything lies, but never nothing is found,

Because it is the no man’s land,
Created by man’s mind alone and not by the God’s hand,

Here lie trapped, and exiled emotions many, memories endless,
A region in a constant state of emotional lockdown ruled by sensations pitiless,

Because the side that owns the half, wants the other half too,
And the one that owns the other half, only believes one is always followed by two,

And the pull from one side is resisted by a strong push from the other,
But if you ask me about the no man’s land, just the land, one half is always missing the other,

Because both sides receive the same sunshine the same moonlight,
And ah in the summer, they witness the same and beautiful feelings of delight,

Same flowers, same wind, same smiles , same everything,
Except human feelings, the only opposing thing,

And here I stand exiled in eternity of no man’s land,
I am life, that has forsaken you all, the life that was created by God’s own hand,

Your wars lead to miseries, to untimely deaths, and to the creation of no man’s land,
Where one day you too shall just beside me, trapped in the eternity of forlorn stand,

Then let us stare at one another and forever,
Because in no man’s land, what gets in; leaves never!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“No man’s land

They call it no man’s land,
There nobody treads and nobody dares to stand,

Because it belongs to nobody,
Neither this side, nor that side, and there I saw somebody,

Standing there, looking at it from every side,
And it neither sulked nor made any attempt to hide,

But it said something with clear thoughts and in a very clear sound,
“This is where everything lies, but never nothing is found,

Because it is the no man’s land,
Created by man’s mind alone and not by the God’s hand,

Here lie trapped, and exiled emotions many, memories endless,
A region in a constant state of emotional lockdown ruled by sensations pitiless,

Because the side that owns the half, wants the other half too,
And the one that owns the other half, only believes one is always followed by two,

And the pull from one side is resisted by a strong push from the other,
But if you ask me about the no man’s land, just the land, one half is always missing the other,

Because both sides receive the same sunshine the same moonlight,
And ah in the summer, they witness the same and beautiful feelings of delight,

Same flowers, same wind, same smiles , same everything,
Except human feelings, the only opposing thing,

And here I stand exiled in eternity of no man’s land,
I am life, that has forsaken you all, the life that was created by God’s own hand,

Your wars lead to miseries, to untimely deaths, and to the creation of no man’s land,
Where one day you too shall just beside me, trapped in the eternity of forlorn stand,

Then let us stare at one another and forever,
Because in no man’s land, what gets in; leaves never!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“To be hanged

He was in his cell,
Wondering about heaven and hell,

Because he was the one due to be hanged,
And throughout the night by old demons he was flanked and fanged,

He remembered everything, his every act,
That had turned him into the man whose conscience was never intact,

A victim of many vagaries and a flippant attitude,
Always surrounded by them in multitude,

But tonight, his last night, when he could dream, when he could imagine,
Think of a new hope maybe; and think of a new short battle that he could still win,

Because tomorrow by the afternoon he shall be dangling on the noose,
Which is already beginning to form a grip around his neck, though loose,

He imagined and conversed with his own mind,
And there he picked moments of happiness, whichever he could find,

And waited for the sun’s rays to enter his dark cell,
Where desires, wishes and hopes died and fell,

In their midst he held on to few moments of happiness, just a few,
To help him walk upto the noose and invent a form courage, totally new,

The sun’s rays gradually gathered in his dark cell and brightened it slowly,
As he looked at the walls hopelessly, but thoughtfully,

He looked perturbed but not demented or lost,
He knew it was the end of everything, his walk upto the gallows to be his steps last,

But he appeared to struggle with the invisible frost,
That had frozen his feelings and cast him in an emotional world where he was lost,

He was despondent, yes he was, you can say that,
But the man in him had not died yet, he had not allowed that,

So he walked with careful but slow steps towards the final knot that would seal everything for him,
And push him into the world where there will be nothing and noone except him,

For that is the tragedy of dying, you die alone, with no one but you,
But he had held on to his moments of happiness, as he approached the hangman, he asked him to do what he ought to do,

The look between the two, the one dying and the one to end life forever, was strange,
It was like a rose looking at its own scent, but looking at it, it felt it belonged to a different range,

Of emotions, of senses, of feelings, of every thought, and as the he let go of his moments of happiness,
The hangman covered his face and hanged him for the sake of justice, and then entered the moment of emotional stillness,

For he had executed a man whose body dangled on the rope,
A sight with which the hangman could not cope,

He turned his face around and then forced himself to be the hangman he is always meant to be,
Whereas the man who was just now hanged remained hanging forever in his memories, there now forever to be,

And in the dark cell where the sun’s rays still try to find him,
The man hangs on like the strange scent of the rose, in faint smells of the corners less bright and more dim!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Hand that stretched - continued......

Trying to understand who acts how, what happens to human emotions now, casting them in the crucible of endless strifes,
Forcing them to walk on the edges of sharp knives, and making them battle against their own lives,

Whereas in reality it plays this out at its own will, creating situations that save and many that kill,
For life is like a river endlessly trying to perfect the human desires and human will,

Without knowing one true aspect of human life, that life which represents everything,
Will never understand, because human mind and heart are unlike anything; like it there is nothing,

So the man may keep stretching his hand and people may offer him different glances,
But I know just like few others, that it is life perfecting what it calls “chances!�

For it does not like to be blamed for human pain or misery,
Then it would evolve into a guilt becoming the graveyard of its acts so unsavory,

So it has invented a perfect cliche called chance and fate,
To evade cosmic prosecution of its actually diabolic actions and its rotten state,

But the pain of the stretched hand will one day become its cause of doom,
I can already see the clouds of change, and clouds of grotesque gloom that over it already loom!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Hand that stretched

I had never seen him there before,
On the street where I tread every day to settle life’s daily score,

There on the edges of pavement at its most conspicuous location,
He knelt there with no sense of self promotion,

With one hand held out from his thinning and tattered blanket,
And he held it there in this position from the sunrise to the sunset,

And everyone who passed by flung something towards him,
Few tossed money, few tossed a thing or two, but most of them offered him looks grim,

It was at these moments his hand retreated a bit,
But then it reclaimed its stance that the man had for many years now deemed fit,

And people looked at him, a few looked at the hand,
Many, just like me, paused for a moment and thought of the causes for his life being so bland,

Who could tell, no one, none of us, for only the hand knew of the strain,
Of being stretched forever on the pillars of disdain and a lot of pain,

Beside the man, next to the pavement, flowed a river,
That stretched endlessly like his hand as if trying to reach out to its discreet lover,

Because it flowed slowly, with no visible waves, no movement at all,
But in reality it flowed deep into the veins of journey encompassing seasons all,

The journey called life that just like kneeling man’s hand stretches endlessly,
Through which we seek life, that evades us all tirelessly,

Because finding it will be like the river meeting its lover,
And then both the river and the hand would sink to a point lower,

From where nothing can be retrieved once lost,
Because there everything is a creation of the past,


To be continued........”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Hand that stretched - Continued.......

The river that flows no more, the hand that is tired of stretching forever,
And then life would experience nothing exciting and nothing newer,

Since the river would end its journey, as the hand would stretch no more,
It is then everything may appear to be like before, but then there will be no one left to settle life’s daily score,

So, I have not tossed anything into the stretched hand of this man,
Because I know he is neither a beggar nor a destitute, he is life dressed as a man,

Trying to understand who acts how, what happens to human emotions now, casting them in the crucible of endless strifes,
Forcing them to walk on the edges of sharp knives, and making them battle against their own lives,

Whereas in reality it plays this out at its own will, creating situations that save and many that kill,
For life is like a river endlessly trying to perfect the human desires and human will,

Without knowing one true aspect of human life, that life which represents everything,
Will never understand, because human mind and heart are unlike anything; like it there is nothing,

So the man may keep stretching his hand and people may offer him different glances,
But I know just like few others, that it is life perfecting what it calls “chances!�

For it does not like to be blamed for human pain or misery,
Then it would evolve into its guilt, becoming the graveyard of its acts so unsavory,

So it has invented a perfect cliche called chance and fate,
To evade cosmic prosecution of its actually diabolic actions and its rotten state,

But the pain of the stretched hand will one day become its cause of doom,
I can already see the clouds of change, and clouds of grotesque gloom that over it already loom!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Endless miles

She had walked endless miles,
She had stood over countless emotional piles,

Finally she had arrived there where all journeys ended,
Where life nothing defended,

Because here smiles emerged from the seeds of pain,
Here hopes were bred by time and never slain,

Life developed wings of hope and certainty,
Where desires shared with reality a new fraternity,

Because forlorn ceased here, pain became meaningless,
It was a place with miles ceaseless,

Here minds ruled with hearts,
And cupid indiscriminately shot his darts,

To pierce all alike,
Causing raptures of smiles and only creating realities that you like,

And after walking endless miles she was here now,
Here, where she can forever live under the rainbow and its colourful bow,

To feel everything yet feel what she wants to feel, her deeply desired sentiment,
For which she walked endless miles, because to her it everything meant,

And to be here you need not follow any precept or diktat,
Just be true to yourself and follow your instinctive nostrum and believe in one fact,

That to be there where you want to be, you will walk endless miles,
Because you seek that true union with your deepest smiles.”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Victor’s attitude

It was a narrow passage,
But it led people into a new age,

Where everything was wide and filled with grandeur,
Kissed by the hope, enabling them to strive and endure,

As life stretched its checkerboard of new moves,
And chance and fate filled its groves,

Those who had reached there via this narrow passage,
Received for his/her effort a due wage,

Because it led them all into the world of deeds,
Where only actions matter, nothing else, no castes and no creeds,

As they reached there hope greeted them all,
And she whispered to them, “no matter what happens rise every time you fall,

Because everything may be working against you,
Do not forget I am always on your side, because I was born just for you!�

Then all get pitched against life and its main actor “the chance,�
And based on its wishes all play the game of life and to its tunes they begin to dance,

Many lose after few blows, a few after many blows, but some rise after every fall,
And it is then life makes them experience the might of fate, and thus ensues the grand brawl,

Where life, chance and fate form the formidable side,
While men and women on the other end reside,

And life offers them blows of chance and fate,
Most of them are sent sooner than expected behind the graveyard's always open gate,

But few rise from their graves too because they never lose hope,
They remember her whispers and it becomes their renewed courage’s most befitting trope,

And as life begins to feel weary, because it runs short of its reserves of chances,
And fate too appears to have exhausted all its probabilities and likelihoods of adding new steps to life’s dances,

The victor is born, who never rests until he/she is dead,
Because a true victor is not by life, but by his/her attitude fed!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Life and its occasions

Time is infinite but occasions are not as many,
While you maybe dealing with life and its moments so many,

There will arise an occasion only created for you,
A moment in time that bears your signature, because it has been designed for you,

So, believing time will last forever is not untrue,
It will be so, nothing can undo this fact, but believing it will be so for you, is certainly untrue,

Therefore seek that occasion that has been created for you,
And do not shy away from doing what you ought to do, everything is fine as long as you believe in you,

For time gallops inexhaustibly, always forward,
And men and women are born to rise upward because that is their only way forward,

But realising the occasion born for you and taking it along,
Is what shall lead you where you belong, just take yourself and your beliefs along,

And as you get busy rising high, do not be bothered by the rest always moving forward,
Because only from the highest points you can see the limits of what lies behind and what defines the forward,

At that height let your eyes see what your conscience reveals,
Because it is only at these pinnacles in one’s life, that life it's true colour reveals,

Then let yourself bathe in its shades, all shades of life,
And time shall be your never ending occasion, because now you are aware of realities of life,

Which are the same whether you are at the highest point or at the farthest reaches of the forward most point,
Because life was not born just for you and me , it was born for all alike; and that is the most critical point,

Realise it and you shall scale every height, and you shall cross every farthest destiny,
And then you shall always live your life in the custodianship of your destiny!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Life’s greetings

Yesterday, it was mildly sunny and life was seeking its usual delights,
Rejoicing in human struggles and their feelings of despondency and wretched plights,

It moved from one lane to another, one passage to the next and from the road to a new highway,
To claim its victims whose number always increased whether it was night or it was day,

And as it happened to cross an allay and it ogled at man who happened to be there,
She went towards him and into him life sank at that very moment, right there,

The man walked briskly clueless about what had happened,
Suddenly his emotional senses deepened,

And he ran in all directions, from lanes into gullies, from highways to narrow passages,
Life had held him in ceaseless array of cages,

Fate tossed him around, chance pushed him everywhere, and then serendipity held him somewhere,
Until the man was lost in the strifes of life that had possessed him from everywhere,

Life was happening right in front him but now it was acting through him,
It did not matter whether he was passing through endless highways or gullies slim,

Fate played its every trick on him while chance tried its best to make him believe in diabolic energy,
He appeared to have lost with his own life that faint sense of synergy,

Because life that represented everything was seeking something from this man,
He experienced worlds that existed beyond common imagination of any woman or man,

But life that stirred a heavock within him, wanted him to believe life was indeed pernicious,
But the man kept believing life was indeed beatiful and not so noxious,

So he dealt with fate, with chances, with serendipity as well,
While he was trying to deal with life that represented everything and had created in him a strife’s bottomless hell,

One day he realised it was but a cunning manipulation, where one street led to another, designed to go on forever,
And when he decided to observe everything, appreciate all, but follow them all he should never,

Because every street led to another lane, that further led to another street,
Where life at every turn was waiting in a new desire’s disguise from which he could never retreat,

And finally when he had reached the end of the street, that merged with another,
He looked around, felt his heartbeat and whispered slowly, “I know visual desires make you seek one after another!�

Then the life that had sank into him appeared before him and spoke,
“You are the only man who has uncovered this secret, and you shall be the only one who my spell broke,

So I grant you my all gifts and I shall be your guide now onwards, and never shall I leave you,
Because in you I shall now rest, because the peace I have been seeking for long now, I only find it in you,

And for this I shall live in you forever and be yours now and later too,
When life doesn't walk on the streets, but there where heavens meet; there too I shall be waiting for you,

Because you are the wonder life has never witnessed nor shall it witness ever,
And I loved being nestled inside you as your slightly cussed lover,

Go now, and seek your every wish, for I grant you the universe,
And for you there shall be life waiting not in this verse but in the multi verse!�

Since then the streets vanished, only the roads of reality reappeared,
And now neither the man nor the life strayed!”
― 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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!

“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!