Life Sayings Quotes

“Pearls of wisdom are better than necklaces of diamonds.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“We must believe in free will. We have no choice.”
― Isaac B. Singer

“More often than not moral richness ensues material meagerness.”
― B.S. Murthy

“War and peace

Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,

Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,

Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,

Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,

Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,

They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“War and peace

Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,

Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,

Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,

Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,

Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,

They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within, and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“A bomb here and a bullet there

A bomb here and a bullet there,
A wall riddled with bullets everywhere,

A man dead, a woman crying,
A young child crying and for nobody’s sake dying,

A building collapsing somewhere,
Homes on fire everywhere,

A soldier scanning for enemies,
A civilian seeking innocence in these wary faces who too are born of fairies,

A state of emergency declared in the war torn regions,
It is a crisis of all sorts, for humans, for every life form, and for my once familiar flock of pigeons,

Feelings of nothingness and nowhere appear to dominate,
Because that is what happens to mind when you have nothing to share but only hate,

A bullet to kill someone you don't even know,
A bomb to destroy a home that for someone is all he/she could ever know,

All gone, all lost, all turned to ash,
And from the sky a plane falls, it appears to be a fateful crash,

Where someone will die soon,
And it will be missed by many, and ah the pain of the moon,

To not find him anywhere not even in the sky,
For when you crash in wars you do not die,

A part of you lies on Earth and a part of you hangs somewhere in the Sky,
Confusing the angel of death whether to claim the remains that lie on the Earth or the hopes that died in the Sky,

Wars do not end when bullets are not fired and bombs do not fall anymore,
Because those who lose their hopes to wars are in a state of war forever and its immortal pain is what their hearts cannot ignore,

For a few it is just about a bomb here and a bullet there,
Unable to see injured memories and dying hopes everywhere!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“Unlike a fact, life can change at any time.”
― Stephen Richards

“Life is going to give you things that you deserve instead of what you plan or want. Always thank God for your profits and losses. Because God plans best for us.”
― Syed Mustafa Faraz Ahmad

“True art must hurt. Who said that?”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“Whatever is now, only this is life...
Learn to live it...
Live life!”
― Kankane Rakhi Surendra

“Life is an experience so gain it and live your life.”
― sophieya

“There is a reason why you were born. The sooner you find it the better!”
― Avijeet Das

“One of the greatest comedies of this life is that a person thinks that he is doing a very important job while doing unimportant work!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We are complete in ourselves. But sometimes it takes a life time for us to understand this. For every doubt that breeds in our own mind, we have a confident thought to balance it! There is light within all of us but sometimes we choose to see only the darkness. We are strong in ourselves but sometimes we choose weakness. Because at the end of the day to have felt sadness means we are capable of discovering happiness too!”
― Avijeet Das

“Purity is not only bodily effort that you go through taking a bath but in the language of god, purity means purity of thoughts, mind, heart, soul, and intent. Creator wishes us to perfect our being in totality.”
― Syed Aiyaz Uddin

“Belief is working towards something without having to see any visible indication or outcome.”
― Aiyaz Uddin

“Somewhere in the future, we all are dead.”
― Rafsan Musawver

“Words can save someone’s life if they were put together with love and care.”
― Isaac Nash, The Herok

“Life tends to stray laterally on its linear course.”
― B.S. Murthy, Glaring Shadow - A Stream of Consciousness Novel

“Life is neither fair, nor a fair; for a fair ends, life goes on. Stay motivated.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, Debit Credit of Life: from the good books of accounts

“Mums are plants which spread their scent to love, heal and lead.”
― Qamar Rafiq

“Take naps when tired.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Stars from the last night

It was a vast and endless desert,
Of sand, of dust, of the unforgiving sun,
Life crawled on its belly and every effort hurt,
Yet life ventured to fulfil what yesterday was left undone,

The sand storm blew from every end,
Life was caught in its middle,
It had nowhere to go, though it had a universe to defend,
I watched life pitted against all forces that prevented it from solving the riddle,

The dust, the storm, connived with the hot sun,
And they all held life in its cage of atrocities,
While life only thought of the universe whose affairs it had to run,
So, it heaved its chest and breathed in all the adversities,

And blew it at these forces evil,
In seconds the dust settled, the storm turned calm and the Sun shone humbly,
Because if life wishes to be; it can be the meanest devil,
But that is not what it fancies for it has the universe to manage and it wants to do so proudly,

Life that deals with million adversities, sees storms of dust as nature’s vanities,
Because life that thrives everywhere cannot be contained in cages of temporary storms,
Life shall always reward the victor who fulfils his/her duties,
And is never scared of anything no matter how loud the alarms,

That is why it lives in the desert of dust and sand too,
Where everything is against its existence,
But life shall do what it has to do, while the desert of savagery will do what it has to do,
And there shall be neither any hand nor any role of providence,

For life that believes in love and equality of all sorts,
Will surmount every peak of resistance no matter how high,
And shoot itself at the the desert, at the storm, like brave darts,
That only love one thing, one purpose, that to fly,

So, I saw life wrestling with storm, with dust, with the desert, and even the Sun,
They all held her down like an animal of sacrifice to be offered to the God’s of vanity,
Yet life resisted and cast all these forces away, one by one,
And I witnessed desert’s travesty of life’s magnanimity,

Whenever you are in the desert and you see the storm coming closer to you,
Remember the actual fact, the life is always on your side,
As long as you do not believe it is the desert that favours you,
Because it takes some wisdom to realise that in the sky of the day the bright stars of yesternight still reside!

Just like in my eyes her dreams, her thoughts are as fresh as ever,
That no storm, no time can fade away,
Because I love her like life, that is in love forever,
And it shall be so, even in the tempest of all sorts, anyhow and anyway!

So you brave soldiers of life and love,
If you love someone, love her true love her the same in the desert and in the beautiful summer,
And do not wait for the providence from above,
Life of love is not always calm because in the desert of life, you shall witness a storm that ceases never!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“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!

“What if and love

What if time develops a trait to forget,
What if light does not travel at all,
What if life turns into a ceaseless moment of regret,
And every perception of height begins to crumble and fall,

What will become of the memories then,
What will become of the darkness,
Shall we be restricted to lead a life in a den,
Where there is everything packed within feelings riddled with moments of nothingness,

What will become of the love you felt,
What will become of the faces you come across everyday,
Shall the feeling die suddenly that arose in your heart when you had met,
That special someone on that very special moment, on that wonderful someday,


Will days then be reduced to just a someday, just another day,
Will feelings flow like a river that does not know its course,
But overflows its banks because it just wants to flow anyway,
Will you be then frozen in moments of endless remorse,

Because time has forgotten its preceding moments,
Memories exist but for what the mind is unable to discern,
And you lead a life that thrives on strange supplements,
Of needless worries, and exceedingly needless concern,

What if time stole from her my all memories,
What will then remind her of me,
Will she then lead a life of endless comedies or never ending tragedies,
Because in the crowd when I pass by she fails to recognise me,

I wonder what it will be like when time becomes forgetful,
And light cannot travel anymore,
Maybe I would choose to live in sublime moments deeply thoughtful,
Where I will only think of you and nothing else no more,

Then I will let time forget everything,
And let light not travel at all,
It cannot steal from me your memories because except you and your memories there is nothing,
And then both time and light shall in the abyss of your memories fall,

Where both will now only recognise you and bear your signatures,
And ah, my joy to see you then appear everywhere,
And I can barely wait to see light bearing your beauty’s textures,
While Irma my love, time spreads your memories everywhere!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“War and ceasefire

There was a war followed by a ceasefire,
Swaths of land lay covered in ashes and dead men and women,
Beside them lay still unfilled dreams and many a desire,
Wherever one looked there appeared no end to them then,

Because a country defeated in war,
Enters into the state of passive spirit,
Where to the victor, spirited men and women of the defeated country appear too few and too far,
And they rush to assume this is it, their end, and the end of it!

Followed by two immediate actions,
Repatriation by the winning side,
And reparation by the losing side while dealing with endless sanctions,
And behind them their lost spirits hide,

But as years pass by and time grows older,
The defeated side realises the losses it suffered,
The men it lost, and the women who fought in ways bolder,
And the living ones, the paying ones, look at their spirits battered,

And they hear echoes from the past,
Few calling a mother, few a father, many a brother, a sister and a lost lover,
And then the ship of agony and pain hoists its broad mast,
And the left one, the still and forever paying one, is forced to become an avenger,

Because he/she misses the person to whom these echoes belong,
He/she struggles to deal with the past that haunts him/her in the present,
And to deal with this belligerent self, he/she hums the firebird’s song,
And finally with hatred and lament he/she is pregnant,

And when the feeling is born,
The defeated spirit rises from the ashes,
And begins to sew together the feelings that lie scattered on the ground, mutilated and torn,
With these feelings of hatred and vengeance now his/her spirit gushes,

The silent ground that had been the graveyard of dreams and desires,
Suddenly turns into a war zone once again,
So those who say peace can be brokered are cynical liars,
Because one who is dead can never be brought back again,

And thus the battle between revenge and avenging deaths enters a new phase,
Where the defeated side now fearlessly marches forth,
Because it has nothing to lose now it has no more ghosts to chase,
And thus is born the one who loves romancing the sun, the killer moth,

And it stings all alike, and it flies freely everywhere,
Until both sides accept defeat,
Then they begin to dig graves to bury a hope here, a wish there, and someone’s desire somewhere,
And somewhere lies the lover who his/her beloved could not meet,

And then is born the curse of unfulfilled wishes, desires, hopes and life’s darling affairs,
Now both sides lie in ruin because there is no ground left to bury the dead,
And the sound of echoes keeps growing and the ground turns wet with tears,
It is then the spirit forsakes them all, because genuine valour does not reside in places where courage on death is fed,

And as time grows older there are no more bold men and women left,
Because it is a diabolic ground where only echoes from the past haunt all,
Where all are victims of a different kind of theft,
That of humanity’s actual fall!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“War and ceasefire

There was a war followed by a ceasefire,
Land covered in ash, dead men and women,
Beside the dead were unfulfilled dreams and many a desire,
This is how it is now and this is how it was then,

Because a country defeated in war,
Enters into the state of passive spirit,
To the victor, spirited men and women of the defeated country appear too few and too far,
So, they rush to assume this is it, the end of it!

To be followed by two immediate actions,
Repatriation by the winning side,
And reparation by the losing side while dealing with endless sanctions,
Behind which their broken spirits hide,

But as years pass by and time grows older,
The defeated side realises the losses it suffered,
The men it lost, and the women who fought in ways bolder,
And the living ones, the paying ones, look at their spirits battered,

And they hear echoes from the past,
Few calling a mother, few a father, many a brother, a sister and someone a lost lover,
And then the ship of agony and pain hoists its broad mast,
And the left one, the still and forever paying one, is forced to become an avenger,

Because he/she misses the person to whom these echoes belong,
He/she struggles to deal with the past that haunts him/her in the present,
And to deal with this belligerent self, he/she hums the firebird’s song,
And finally with hatred and lament he/she is pregnant,

Finally when the feeling is born,
The defeated spirit rises from the ashes,
And begins to sew together the feelings that lie scattered on the ground, mutilated and torn,
With these feelings of hatred and vengeance now his/her spirit gushes,

The silent ground that had been the graveyard of dreams and desires,
Suddenly turns into a war zone once again,
So, those who say peace can be brokered are cynical liars,
Because one who is dead can never be brought back again,

And thus the battle between revenge and avenging deaths enters a new phase,
Where the defeated side now fearlessly marches forth,
Because it has nothing to lose and it has no more ghosts to chase,
And thus is born the one who loves romancing the sun, the killer moth,

It stings all, and it flies freely everywhere,
Until both sides accept defeat,
Then they begin to dig graves to bury a hope here, a wish there, and someone’s desire somewhere,
And somewhere lies the lover who his/her beloved could not meet,

And then is born the curse of unfulfilled wishes, desires, hopes and life’s darling affairs,
Now both sides lie in ruin because there is no ground left to bury the dead,
And the sound of echoes keeps getting louder and the ground turns wet with tears,
It is then the spirit forsakes them all, because genuine valour does not reside in places where courage on death is fed,

And as time grows older there are no more bold men and women left,
Because it is a diabolic ground where only echoes from the past haunt all,
Where all are victims of a different kind of theft,
That of humanity’s innocence that actually was the cause of great fall!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“You're the next destination for my Soul.”
― Mitta Xinindlu