Zen

Zen

Sunday 23 July 2023

Speak

Speak, oh Ye speak and don’t remain dumb.

Speak now,

the time has come.

arise and speak

Speak

for the helpless women dragged out and

stripped off their clothes.


Speak

against the ruthless rulers who failed to protect the plebs.

Oh, Ye speak and keep not silence,

Oh ye arise

and raise thy voice against the tyranny on racial grounds,

Oh ye arise and speak against the genocide.


Speak, invoke thy inner being and speak.

Speak and don’t fear,

Speak for the sake of democracy, you speak.


Speak

before it comes to you.

Oh man, you speak,

Oh woman, you speak,

Speak for the poorest of the poor, you speak.


Speak

for the downtrodden and hapless, you speak,

Speak for the less privileged, you speak,

Speak for humans,

Oh man you speak,

Oh woman you speak.


Speak

against the terrible plight,

of women dragged through endless night.


Speak for truth,

Speak for justice, you speak,

Speak for Unity, you speak,

Speak for love, you speak,

Speak, thy need is there to speak.


Speak against

the senseless strife,

Speak

to bring an end of woes.


Awake now,

invoke thy soul's decree,

unleash the voice

that yearns to be free.


Fear not the path that lies ahead,

For change begins with words uttered.


Speak for democracy,

Speak for freedom's sake.


Speak 

for the poorest of the poor,

Speak for the downcast soul,

Speak for their cries of help, let them be whole,

Extend  your hand, lift them from despair,

together, humanity, we must repair.


Speak for all humans,

Speak for love and for grace,

Know not caste sex and race.

Rise, Oh  men,

Rise Oh women,

Throw away 

thy slumber and sloth,

to speak with strength.

Speak thy need is to speak. 

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Dark Ashadh’s embrace

In Ashadh's dark embrace, the rain poured down,

With sporadic showers, its rhythm found,

A dance of droplets, dancing in the night,

Brief respite from the dark, a glimpse of light.


Upon the attic's perch, a serpent coiled,

Its hiss resounded, "Drrrr...Drrrrr," it toiled,

Another voice, in harmony, replied,

"Drrrrr...Drrrr," as if in verse they vied.


The serpent spoke, "Again, the rain will pour,

No darkness now, the clouds shall weep once more,

Drrr...drrr...drrr," its warning in the air,

A prophecy of storms, a whispered dare.


But soon, the monsoon's song shall bid adieu,

The serpent's voice again breaks through the dew,

"Drrr..Drrr...." it said, with knowing tone so deep,

Foretelling of the time when rain would sleep.


In darkness and in light, the serpent's call,

In mystic verses, it reveals the fall,

Of rain and storm, a dance of nature's might,

In Ashadh's darkness, rain rained taking flight.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Friday 14 July 2023

A Bibliophile Bond

In a realm where knowledge blooms, Where souls seek wisdom's sacred rooms, Swati and Sagar, siblings dear, Found solace in Peerzada Saheb, so clear.

Selflessly they attended, side by side, Their hearts and minds open wide, Immersed in learning's gentle embrace, Guided by Peerzada's enlightening grace.

Intaj, a soul pure and dedicated, With a love for books unabated, For thirty years, his bond was strong, With Peerzada Saheb, where memories belong.

Together they sat, a quartet of light, Conversing on books, their minds took flight, An academic journey, their souls aligned, In Peerzada's presence, knowledge enshrined.

With every page turned and story shared, Their hearts and minds forever paired, Bibliophile passions intertwined, A symphony of intellect entwined.

Oh, the tales they wove, the thoughts they sowed, In the realm where knowledge freely flowed, Each word a treasure, each page a key, Unlocking worlds, vast and free.

Now, as nostalgia whispers on gentle breeze, Their spirits united, as if time did freeze, In those cherished moments, they'll forever dwell, In the realm where their memories will always tell.

Swati and Sagar, siblings dear, Intaj, with his devotion clear, Peerzada Saheb, a guiding light, Together, they formed a tapestry bright.

In the annals of time, their bond will remain, A testament to knowledge's sweet refrain, And as their stories echo through the years, Their academic spirits forever persevere.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Adieu Peerzada Saheb


In a kingdom where angels trod this earth,

A soul emerged, of immeasurable worth.

Peerzada Saheb, a luminary rare,

A radiant light, beyond compare.


He lived for humanity, his purpose clear,

A selfless heart, devoid of fear.

With every breath, he touched countless lives,

Guiding, inspiring, like stars in the skies.


His virtues, a symphony, harmonious and grand,

Instilling hope and courage with a gentle hand.

A philanthropist, he shared his love with grace,

Transforming lives, leaving a lasting trace.


In knowledge's garden, he was an institution,

Nurturing minds, sowing seeds of evolution.

His wisdom flowed like a sacred river,

Enlightening hearts, making spirits quiver.


Now, as we bid him a tearful adieu,

Let's honor his legacy, forever true.

A dynasty of education, he left behind,

His spirit enduring, a guiding sign.


Oh, Peerzada Saheb, our hearts weep,

But in our souls, your memory we'll keep.

For you were a presence, greater than life,

A shining star, banishing all strife.


So, let us carry forth his noble flame,

In words and deeds, his legacy proclaim.

May his love, his virtues, forever thrive,

In our hearts, in our actions, as long as we're alive.

~ Dr Intaj Malek


Thursday 6 July 2023

Ishvar longs for quilt

Once upon a time, nestled amidst the rustic embrace of a humble village, there resided a luminary of unparalleled intellect and philanthropic ardor named Ishvar. Born into the impoverished domicile of a lowly farm labourer, this extraordinary being exhibited remarkable brilliance from the very dawn of his scholastic endeavours. Eager to transcend the limitations of his humble beginnings, Ishvar embarked upon a momentous odyssey, traversing the winds of destiny towards a sprawling metropolis teeming with possibilities.

Arriving at the city's threshold, Ishvar sought refuge in the bosom of his elder sister, Anandi, and her spouse, the querulous Shanker. Yet, concealed beneath the veil of familial bonds lay a tempestuous tempest, as Shanker's discordant disposition estranged him from Anandi's loving embrace. Exhibiting a discerning acuity, Ishvar discreetly concealed the discord that afflicted his sister's abode, ensuring that the ripples of their turmoil remained veiled from prying eyes.

Within the labyrinthine labyrinth of urban existence, Ishvar chanced upon the effulgent camaraderie of his collegiate confidant, Amrut. The tender tendrils of Amrut's affable family entwined Ishvar's heart, particularly the benevolent matriarch, Jamuna, who enfolded him within the tender folds of her maternal love. Graciously extending an invitation to join their humble abode, Jamuna's altruistic gesture provided Ishvar the sanctuary he sought, while bestowing upon him the noble mantle of mentorship for Amrut's younger siblings, Ramesh and Hitesh.

As the wheel of time rolled forth, Ishvar, with indefatigable diligence, poured his sagacity and soul into fostering the intellectual prosperity of Ramesh and Hitesh. Together, they engaged in scholarly quests, traversing the enchanting realms of cinema, gardens, and academic sanctums. Their bond burgeoned with each passing day, but it was the amity between Ishvar and Ramesh that bloomed into an indissoluble union—a connection that surpassed the mere bounds of friendship and transcended into an ethereal brotherhood.

Amidst wintry morns, cloaked in a pall of frigid desolation, Ramesh would tenderly shroud Ishvar in the warm embrace of a quilt, shielding him from nature's biting embrace before embarking upon their educational sojourns. Their communion knew no bounds, as they traversed the vast tapestry of knowledge, side by side, their minds entwined in an exquisite dance of intellectual harmony. Gratitude permeated Ishvar's being, for the benevolence bestowed upon him by Jamuna's loving embrace, prompting him to illuminate Ramesh's path, ensuring that his protégé's academic voyage was adorned with the brilliance of success.

As the pendulum of time swung inexorably forward, the bountiful seeds Ishvar had sown began to yield a bountiful harvest. Ramesh found himself ensconced in the warm embrace of gainful employment, while Ishvar ascended the echelons of the government, assuming the mantle of a superlative officer. Alas, the currents of fate, with their ceaseless ebb and flow, gently nudged the once-inseparable duo onto divergent paths, as they ventured forth into the labyrinth of their own personal and professional pursuits. Marriage adorned the lives of both Ishvar and Ramesh, as they bid farewell to the familiar contours of their erstwhile existences.

In the twilight of their lives, echoes of the past beckoned both Ishvar and Ramesh towards the hallowed realm of jurisprudence. Retiring from their previous vocations, they embarked upon the noble vocation of legal practice, embracing the intricacies of the law with fervor and sagacity. Yet, as the years waned and the weight of time bore upon their shoulders, a subtle transformation occurred—a melange of wistfulness and longing pervaded their once-intertwined destinies.

Although occasional encounters punctuated their journeys, the tapestry of their connection had been woven with threads now faded, the vibrant hues of camaraderie dulled by the passage of time. Ishvar, with a heart burdened by doubt, wondered if the cherished memories they had forged together had been erased from Ramesh's consciousness, lost amidst the shifting sands of bygone years. The symphony of their shared experiences played upon Ishvar's mind, harmonizing with the rhythm of nostalgia, while a lingering question haunted his thoughts—had Ramesh, in his inexorable march through life, forgotten the sacred bonds they had once forged?

And yet, amidst the quietude of their individual lives, they found solace in the fragments of their shared history—those precious moments etched upon the canvas of their souls. Ishvar, a custodian of recollections, held tightly to every embrace, every whispered secret, and every selfless act of kindness that had been their sustenance during days long past. He reveled in the embers of their companionship, cherishing the warmth it still radiated within his heart.

Though the ebbs and flows of existence had propelled them onto separate paths, their lives continued to flourish, serenaded by the sweet melodies of contentment. The specter of their bygone camaraderie lingered in the ether, a whispered memory that colored the tapestry of their twilight years. Ishvar, with unwavering fidelity, carried the torch of remembrance, while Ramesh, perhaps enveloped in the haze of life's relentless tides, traversed a different realm of recollection.

As their separate narratives unfolded, woven with the threads of fulfillment and joy, Ishvar and Ramesh found solace in the realization that their destinies, though distinct, had been indelibly shaped by the shared moments that had defined them. Each of them, in their own way, continued to honor the legacy of their intertwined past, albeit through the veiled reminiscences that accompanied their solitary musings.

Thus, in the annals of their lives, the flickering ember of their once-incandescent bond persevered—a silent testimony to the power of kinship, compassion, and unwavering devotion. Ishvar, forever the guardian of their memories, walked the corridors of his existence with a heart steeped in gratitude, content in the knowledge that their lives, though lived separately, had been forever touched by the magic they had woven together.

And so, they lived, two souls united in their shared past, navigating the currents of existence separately, but forever connected by the echoes of a friendship that had blossomed amidst the symphony of their youthful dreams. For Ishvar, the chapters of their story remained etched upon his consciousness, an indelible manuscript inscribed with ink that refused to fade. As for Ramesh, the secrets of his heart remained shrouded in the enigmatic depths of his own existence, an enigma that Ishvar would forever ponder, questioning whether the quilt that had once adorned their camaraderie still lay folded within the recesses of Ramesh's memory.

~ Dr Intaj Malek