Lovers Poem Quotes

“The fireplace

The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,

Because a part of her had escaped with these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart participate in some organic vitriol to lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,

Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,

But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,

In this hope I keep staring at the ash gray fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace and nowhere,

It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,

Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The fireplace

The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,

Because a part of her had been imprisoned by these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,

Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,

But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,

In this hope I keep staring at the ash filled fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace, else nowhere,

It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,

Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Heart’s deviation

Let us travel from now to then, from today to tomorrow,
Let us fulfill our desires and wishes in a row,
Because they lie sequenced in the order only you and I know,
And you can see them all over my face while I see them appearing on your beautiful brow,

Let me take you into the clouds and get wet,
Let me take you there where I first saw you and then our hearts met,
Because in that place everything is still wet,
Although there are no clouds and the sky is clear, I wonder from where it could such a cover of wetness get,

Let me take you there and together discover its secret,
Let us know what no one else knows about it,
Because the place is mysteriously always wet and it is beyond my wit,
Or it could be it is just my false impression of it,

Let me then make a confession, that since you left nothing has returned,
Let me reveal to you the world that appears deceptively wet as it is actually the world that has endlessly burned,
Because when from the distance you see fields of burned desires and wishes turned to ash, they look like wet surfaces where everything is frozen in stillness and unturned,
And it is from ash covered places like these life has all its ploys learned,

Let me take you away from here too, somewhere far, very far, where burning is not required,
Let us travel there where heart’s find whatever they have wished for and desired,
Because they say utopia is somewhere where human feelings are never by desperate moments mired,
And in this outlandish possibility let us seek each other and never feel tired,

Let me love you behind the clouds and beyond the blue sky,
Let us go there where everything burns: the sun, the stars, the universe, and everything that flies by,
Because there, maybe when you see them burning in the fire of eternity and cry,
You might realise why few places appear to be always wet long after their fires die,

Let me look at your face, your eyes; and understand you a bit more,
Let me see you in reality’s dress and then let me your every sentiment explore,
Because when we realise what burning feels like it is then your true soul peeps from your skin’s every pore,
Then let me kiss you and see if you too ever felt wet, and feel the corner of your heart where all your feelings you store,

Let me let you explore me in the same ways,
Let me let you experience the wetness of my soul, that has burned endlessly for nights and days,
Because only then you might be able to see what you could never feel because you knew not how to deal with heart’s ways,
As it is with all of us, in the beginning we let our minds dictate the darkness of our nights and the brightness of our days,

Let me cover you with my desires and their fires and everything that you wish to feel,
Let me show you how human lives turn and spin on the fate’s wheel,
Because sometimes what appears to be the reality is actually not real,
Maybe it will be the misadventure of our hearts but then if you look at the world and the universe even real sometimes seems unreal,

Let me introduce you to the world where everything is real because there is no fake dimension,
Let us then live in this romantic moment this romantic sensation,
Because in the miscellany of my feelings, desires, and endless wishes, your feelings appear to be my heart’s only native creation,
So let me, my love Irma, make you feel what true impenitence feels like when you do not obey your mind but you follow your heart’s every selfless deviation!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!