Love Sayings Quotes

“I think of you only twice a day - when I am alone and when I am with someone else.”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“I always have many roads to travel, but I take the one which leads to you.”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.

i am waiting
for him.”
― Sanober Khan

“I have a question for you. "If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?".”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“I wonder if you know how special you are; I wonder if you know how precious you are; I wonder if you know how lucky I am to have you in my life; I love you so much.”
― Hassan Ali

“There is no cosmetic to gain a beauty like yours.”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down... How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“The Earth must have done some noble work; that is why you were born here and not in the ocean among the fishes and not in the sky among the birds.”
― Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too

“The priest and his desires

Not alone, but a lonely monastery priest,
Resisting hard not to venture out and pursue the need for love and passion driven heist,
Bound by his sanctum and religion,
He tries hard not to give in to any form of seduction,
Adam and Eve blamed the devil,
The priest is baffled to decide who shall he blame for this evil?
He rolls and turns restlessly in the bed of his desires,
And every night after the Church service he deals with these raging fires,
He is dressed in his black robe on the much anticipated Sunday mass,
But he is distracted when he sees passions and desires cast on peoples faces and even on mosaic glass,
At the end of the service he serves all some fine and red wine,
And when he comes face to face with a beautiful woman, his inner self says “I wish you were mine!’”
His Sunday night is spent in her curled hair locks,
He is shackled to her beautiful face and desires that fasten around him like unbreakable locks,
He often touches his cross that he wears always,
Still his nights are restless and now it is so even during the sunny Spring days,

He bows before the Altar and makes a solemn confession,
“My Lord! her face and her overpowering beauty have become my obsession,
Am I still worthy of worshipping you my God?
For I have silently started worshiping this feeling of loving her and I do not feel odd,
It is her thoughts that possess me even during my sermons,
In her absence, not yours My Lord, everything presents itself like bad omens,
To tame my wandering thoughts I refer to the Holy Book,
But through it too peeps her face and her mesmerising look,
I wonder if I shall quit clergy,
And adopt this new synergy?
I am drowning farther and farther in this mental eclipse,
And I only want to think of her beautiful face, her warm skin and her red lips,
Shall I forsake my black robe, My Lord, and not Thee?
Or Forsake her and thereby my black robe and as well Thee?
Because without her I do not feel anything that is a part of me,
And without being me, how can I anything else be,
Perhaps I am supposed to be a man of God but not a man,
Never to fulfil my own desires for I am busy fulfilling Your plan,
So let me live with my state and the social taboo,
While every night I place my desires in the coffin along with the happy morning cuckoo.”

The Lord smiles at him,
“It is your personal battle and it is grim,
You desire her, her face, her charming ways,
You think of her during nights and during the bountiful days,
But you think of me too and that is enough for me to know,
So seek her and kiss her grace, for then you shall better baptise in my glow,
And before you fall too low,
Rise to your calling and you shall reap as you shall sow,
Whether you wear a black robe or her kisses,
I shall judge you on how you made others feel with or without your kisses.”
Said the Lord in His emphatic voice,
And the priest stood up and made the right choice!
To love the woman he loved and missed,
And he felt something divine within him, whenever her deep beauty he kissed!

Source of inspiration : The Thorn Birds . 1983 Drama”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“When I am with you Irma

Life is an experience of learnings and undoings,
A ceaseless cluster of moments adored and detested,
But for lovers it is all about love and its choosings,
Where the heart investigates the feelings against which the mind protested,

A pursuit that never ends,
A cycle of feelings always in a state of motion,
For what the mind dislikes the love smitten heart often defends,
Only to prove that lovers have its own notion,

About life, about time, about reality and about dreams too,
They somehow can enslave time and bend the reality,
Whenever a lover says, “my darling I love you!”
At this moment of serenity, time gets installed in their lives as the patron deity,

And reality begins to please them in all possible ways,
As these lovers live in this self made reality,
They do not yearn for anything, not even new days,
Because when in love, life is like the Summer rose, a life of beauty and perfect austerity!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Loving her again and again

It was romantic,
Everything seemed idyllic,
There she was everywhere,
And I too was there somewhere,

Life was breathing,
With our hearts still beating,
Like a stream always flowing,
In my memories and around me she was glowing,

Like a midsummer fair,
Where joys with merriments have an eternal affair,
Where moments end to begin again,
In this world my love Irma, I shall love you again and again!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Our love song!

In the silence of the night,
In the midst of the choir of my thoughts,
I have loved you with all my delight,
While bearing your essence in all my thoughts,

In the wanderings of my memories,
In the isolation of my existence,
I have only dreamt of you and never of Gods and fairies,
Because without you, for me this world shall have no existence,

In the stillness of my fixated mental outflows,
In my imaginings about you,
I have always thought about how our love flows,
While I am thinking of you, only of you,

In the stare of the long and never ending roads,
In my quest for the destiny,
I have never dealt with a feeling that your presence erodes,
From my eyes and from my final destiny,

In the kiss many years ago,
In the heart beats that we once felt together,
I have never let its freshness, its warmth to abandon me and go,
Because its memory makes me believe we shall someday be together,

But in the nights, when darkness lasts for long,
In the days when I hear the lovers song,
I miss you Irma, and I often think what did I do so wrong,
That I am denied to sing with you our own love song!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“You and me as stars!

Can you imagine just a single star in the night sky,
Well that is how I feel without you,
The only star in the vast and never ending sky,
And the desire to be with you and love you,

And fill the sky of our lives,
With the stars of your smiles, your kisses and your sweet acts,
To sparkle forever in the sky of our lives,
Your beauty, your deep eyes and your endearing acts,

Then no more shall I exist as the only star,
In the sky of hopes and desires,
Because now you shall be my companion star,
To also be the beginning and end of all my desires,

Then my darling Irma, it shall be the starlit night,
In our sky, of our love, just you and me,
And in the presence of this starlight, and the quiet of the night,
I will dream of you and you shall dream of me,

And when the dawn breaks our spell of love,
And we as stars are no longer visible,
I shall with the memories of your love,
Create your billion impressions and in the day sky too make you visible,

Maybe just to me and nobody else,
And then we can act as we please, we can be who we wish to be,
Except you and me and except God there shall be no one else,
Close to the Heaven and the pleasure to be,

There with you and your countless impressions,
In the sky where we shine like the stars,
And in few years the entire sky will be a reflection of our love and its impressions,
Our sky, where you are mine and I am yours, and we shine like the two brightest stars,

Then my love Irma, I shall let the sky be untied from its tug with the planets,
So there is no rotation and there is only the night sky with our starlight,
Maybe then all lovers can live beyond these mortal planets,
Where all chases come to an end: the night doesn't chase the day, and there is permanent love light and starlight!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak

“You and your thoughts!

The vagueness of the future, the memories of yesterday and the promises of today,
Remind me of you, everyday, and whenever it is today,

In the last moment of wakeful mind before falling asleep,
It is you I think of and you I dream of when I am fast asleep,

In the view of the busy and at times relaxed world and the perspectives thereof,
I look for you in everything, in its corners, in its open spaces, and live off the memories thereof,

In the mind’s silence and in the heart’s endless beatings to keep kissing life,
I listen to them both while thinking of you in my every passing moment of life,

In the present that rushes to meet the future and shorten my span of dreams and desires,
I smile silently because it does not know my life is but an endless bloom of your memories and your desires,

In this moment while I am thinking of you Irma and my mind weaves a tapestry of known feelings,
I wish you knew, I wish you realised, that all of them are our feelings, those beautiful bygone feelings,

In the moments when I exist and yet feel maybe I don’t at all belong in the present,
I roll my memories, I wrap my desires, and I slumber in the past, where you and your feelings are the only present!

In this state I never realise when it is midday, when it is night and when it is today,
Because now you become my only dream, my only memory, my only feeling and an everlasting today!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“You and your beauty’s world!

They say imagination is always ahead of the dream,
So I imagine about you, your ways, your sweet smile, and then I retire into a dream,

Where you are the imagination, you are the reality,
Where I sleep in the palpable wonder of your beauty,

And whenever I wake up in these endless projections of your beauty,
I feel within me the rush of your beauty and its sanctity,

Then when I have reposed in it for long enough,
I imagine again and indulge in the imaginary bluff,

Where you are cast in the mirror of my life and now you reflect everywhere,
Easily everywhere because in this world there is no here and no there,

It is always everywhere although you are just somewhere,
Because it does not matter as long as your beauty and you are there, just there,

Then who cares whether it is left or right, up or down, East or West,
For me in your presence everything appears to be in a state nothing short of the best,

So it is this world, your world, your beauty’s world where you are installed in every atom and its every element,
And even God wonders what is this new, but such a wonderful element!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“She is my purpose!

Wandering along the pavement,
Trying to find an agreement,
Between my pragmatic mind and a romantic heart,
And sometimes knowing not where to end and when to start,
I let the wanderings continue, maybe forever,
Because I am yet to reach a place called, nowhere,
That infact is somewhere,
But not in the vicinities of places known by me as here and there,
So, I let myself love her for now, think of her for now,
And believe in our love and its vow,
And this revives my peace, maybe it does,
Just for a moment, just for a while it does,
Maybe it is in this moment I become oblivious to this place called nowhere,
Because when I am with her, I just wish to be here, just here,
And when she leaves, forever turns into never, and somewhere into nowhere,
Then, though I am somewhere, I am still nowhere, still nowhere,
So before seeking this place of bliss,
Let me seek her and her kiss,
Because it is then that everything assumes meaning and purpose,
And it is then that my heart in the curiosity of my mind does find a worthwhile purpose!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Everything and she!

Still, silent and motionless,
That is how the world appears without her,
A world of beauty that has been sleepless,
And is eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of her,

Before the rivers, the flowers, the wind; all sleep and rest.
The Summer has gone by and Autumn has passed too,
Now it is winter when in the mornings East looks like the West,
And the less radiant Sun longs to catch a glimpse of her too,

The world, the morning and the evenings as well,
All seem to pass by as usual, but with a slower pace,
Where is she? Nothing and nobody can tell,
But the hope to see her someday has made them adopt a slower pace,

While I look at the Sun, the mountains and the rivers, I am reminded of her,
So, I too have adopted the nature’s pace,
And at times I see her waking shadows turn and stir,
And ah, how jovial is my heart’s pace, the happy pace, and then it is her face and the heart beating with a happy pace!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Your feelings

In a place where there is nothing to seek,
Where your scent is the only worth pursuing streak,
Of memories, of feelings, of old times, of you and me,
A place where there is nothing to seek, yet you can be and I can be,

A wandering feeling roaming the vastness of this emotion,
Where everything is held intact by your memories and their notion,
And in this feeling I lie wrapped within your warm feelings,
As the emotion grows intense, I then am reduced to nothing, but just a scent of your feelings,

It is a beautiful place, that is calm and too quiet,
The same place, where we had held hands and walked and met,
Not somebody, but each other, you and me,
But now the quiet looms all over, there is just the memories, the feelings, all still alive within me,

I often walk in this wilderness of emotions and memories,
And I feel questioned by the rustling leaves of the autumn trees,
As if they seek your whereabouts in me, in my eyes, in my gestures,
But all my memories are signatures of our moments of togetherness, experienced in the vastness of the life’s pastures,

Where today many flowers bloom everywhere,
They all bear your scent, your colours, but you are nowhere,
However, these flowers last forever, and thus they feed my relentless wanderings,
And there my love Irma you somehow appear everywhere, and I repose occupied by your wonderings!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“You and everything!

Everything and everyone can wait,
As long as you are with me it is never late,

For it is the Summer flowers that ought to worry,
Because winter always seems to arrive in a hurry,

But when you are beside me, who cares whether it is summer or winter,
For we can create anything as long as we are together,

So let the Sun rise Irma, and let it set, let the Moon shine and disappear,
Because in your presence anything can reappear,

Let it be night forever or a day that never ends,
Because around you and for you everything without any hesitation bends,

Let the world incriminate me for my belief,
As long as you love me, I need not know or feel any other form of relief,

Let the world pray to the Gods or who cares if it is a Godless world,
Because in my universe there is a Goddess who creates for me a truly God fearing world,

So, let everything end, or let everything begin,
For when I am with you, I care not, whether I lose or win!”
― 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!

“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!

“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 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!

“She!

The gaze of night fell on her,
She looked towards the moon,
As I walked closer to her,
As did the silver brightness of the Moon,

Covering her in her silver attire,
I stopped to witness the wonder that she was,
Wearing the Moon’s silver attire,
She looked more graceful than she already was,

Then in the distance, the wind kissed few flowers,
And bearing their scent it kissed her everywhere too,
Now she smelled lovelier than all the flowers,
And the most fragrant, wild roses too,

The night grew darker and the moon grew brighter,
And she shone like the sparkling, silver coloured gem,
When she smiled, trust me nothing could look brighter,
Than her eyes that bore the brilliance of the most resplendent gem,

Sometimes when wind appeared around her to renew her scents,
It ruffled her hair like a lover who is little shy,
But tonight she shone with the beauty of nature’s bliss and its scents,
While I with the night gaze looked at her bewildered, but least shy,

So I held her hand, as the birds, for her, their songs of love sang,
She looked at me and smiled, while gently winking her eyes,
Where I captured the beauty of the skies, and then our hearts together sang,
While I dived into her eyes and she finally accepted to forever dwell in my eyes,

So I do not sleep now because there is no need to dream,
Her dreams, her imaginations and memories bearing her scenes,
Because in my eyes she lives like a beautiful sensation, that is missing in a dream,
So if you see me awake during the nights, I am somewhere with her in my eyes, discovering her beauty’s endless scenes!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Painting of love

This afternoon I saw a painting hanging on the wall,
It was of a maiden in the prime of her beauty,
The background was painted in rainbow colours, one and all,
I had every reason to admire the artists sagacity,

Her form looked perfect worthy of every appreciation,
Her eyes interacted with mine,
Her lips had a strong and intense red sensation,
And from her arose feelings divine,

Although she was just a portrait,
A still painting hanging on the even more still wall,
She was a feeling that moved through eyes into the heart without any freight,
And in me, just like other mesmerised onlookers, she did feelings of “life in love” install,

Maybe I only felt so, maybe I wanted to feel so,
Because her eyes, her form, her everything reminded me of someone,
And I imagined her in this painting on the wall, and I allowed my mind to believe so,
As long as she did not remind me of anyone, or everyone, but just her, my special someone,

So I sat there looking at the painting on the wall,
I admired the salient aspects of her colourful beauty,
And now I too was still, still like the painting and still like the dead wall,
Now, not the painting, but the stillness it exuded had become my new propensity,

Like a flower that is beautiful in the presence of the beauty that holds itself within it so still,
A state where all conflicts are exhumed and everything that represents profanity dies,
That is when this painting my heart does with million joys fill,
And recreates her colourful visions within me, and now my life just on them relies,

So, I often visit the painting on the wall, still hanging there,
And maybe it will be so always,
Until one day I find it everywhere,
Because I wish to love her in a million ways!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Painting of love

This afternoon I saw a painting hanging on the wall,
It was of a maiden in the prime of her beauty,
The background was painted in rainbow colours, one and all,
I had every reason to admire the artists sagacity,

Her form looked perfect worthy of every appreciation,
Her eyes interacted with mine,
Her lips had a strong and intense red sensation,
And from her arose feelings divine,

Although it was just a portrait,
A still painting hanging on the still wall,
She was a feeling that moved through eyes into the heart without any freight,
And in me, just like other mesmerised onlookers, she did feelings of life and love install,

Maybe I only felt so, maybe I wanted to feel so,
Because her eyes, her form, her everything reminded me of someone,
And I imagined her in this painting on the wall, and I allowed my mind to believe so,
As long as she did not remind me of anyone, or everyone, but just her, my special someone,

So I sat there looking at the painting on the wall,
I admired the salient aspects of her colourful beauty,
And now I too was still, still like the painting and still like the dead wall,
Now, not the painting, but the stillness it exuded had become my new propensity,

Like a flower that is beautiful in the presence of the beauty that holds itself within it so still,
A state where all conflicts are exhumed and everything that represents profanity dies,
That is when this painting with million joys my heart fills in the life’s unforgiving mill,
And recreates her colourful visions within me, and now my life just on them relies,

So, I often visit the painting on the wall, still hanging there,
And maybe it will be so always,
Until one day I find it everywhere,
Because I wish to love her in a million ways, in the narrow lanes, on the byways and all the highways!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Desert rose!

Like the traveler who wants to go everywhere,
Like the sunshine that falls on everything,
I want to travel too, but in one direction, that can be anywhere,
As long as it leads to you, because without you, the world means nothing,

Like the desert I want to spread endlessly,
Like the wind I desire to be free,
And chase your mirages over sand dunes tirelessly,
And then wherever you are, there I shall be,

Like the desert let your love be clear and unobstructed,
Like the calm of the desert let us spread everywhere,
Then in this desert let everything else be restricted,
Because I want it to be your representation everywhere,

Like an oasis oozing from the bosom of the desert,
Like the mirage of water to a thirsty desert wanderer on a hot day,
Let your love just one feeling assert,
That like an oasis you will flow through me everyday,

Like the beautiful desert rose,
Like the endless desert,
Let your feelings of love within me repose,
As I slowly, but surely into your devout disciple convert,

Like it first my love, before you begin to love it,
Like the desert rose then let me love you,
And finally as I, my soul to you shall submit,
Let me see the desert, the oasis and the desert rose, and eternity in you!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“You know
I'm trying so hard with every strength inside of me
Just to forget you
Or forget how I feel for you
The moment you left my heart shattered
I was blessed with the sight of you and that was enough
But now
Even that has been snatched away from me
My heart can't move on from you
I try and I have tried but still it's only you
I miss you so much
I miss you every day
It's you it's only you
God give me the strength to forget the one feeling I have felt for you and help me move on from this.....”
― Kabashe Pillay

“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!

“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!