Solitary Virgin

In a dark dim flashed wood a grim faced virgin stood

She stood; waiting... waiting... waiting !
She passed her days grim.. 

She passed her nights grim.. 

She passed her hours grim.. 

She passed her moments grim.. 

and she stood waiting...waiting...waiting !

Waiting; 

till the land kisses the sky 

till her galliard's steed neigh 

not an inch she swerved but stood, 

in a tyrant virulent mood !!! 

She stood; 

waiting...waiting...waiting !

Ah....! her countenance wrinkled 

hairs on her skin bristled 

never her layman came in wood 

till petrified in pathos she stood...!

- Intaj Malek 

Painting by Endre Penovác

Nostalgia

Do you remember the days? 

Those deep nights and hussy ways…? 
When two bamboos bustled…… 
And we sank into ecstasy…

Do you remember the days? 
When we kissed, embraced and became one forever 
When we could not live without each other 
And swore to part never… never.

Do you remember the days? 
When we hugged in public and danced in glee. 
When you slept on my lap and I on lee.

Do you remember the days? 
When the rusty folk cast their eyes 
Upon our each movements and sides 
But we flew higher and higher on love skies.

And now for a bit of abuse, 
You forsake me in sheer recluse!

No…no my only dear 
Cast away all thy fear 
Like bold lovers, let’s tread 
The path of love ahead.

- Intaj Malek 

Painting by Chan Chang How

Ode to my soul mate

Shall I offer thee a beauteous day?
And take thee to become gay…..?
Thou art my only love I say,
Always in thy heart I wish to stay.

Shall I love thee in every way?
And save my life free from decay….?
Thou art my only love I say,
Always in thy heart I wish to stay.

Shall I spread my dreams where you tread?
And garland my feelings round your head?
Thou art my only love say,
Always in thy heart I wish to stay.

Two things in the world, to do I wish,

In thy love to live, in thy love to perish.

- Intaj Malek

Painting by Pashk Pervathi

Now Perhaps

Every morning
Thy existence melts like dewdrops on flowers
In the feathers like sunlight
And the fragrance pervades
of our past.

We trod and trod miles together
Taking the rivers on our shoulders
And the trees on the banks
Flowed behind us,
Leaving their shadows past,
The sky then blossomed in thy eyes

When we came back,
The hamlets came near and near
Crossing the rivulets,
And the tiny bells in the neck of the dusk
Filled the air with twing twang,
And you began to flow like Milky Way.

Now tell me dear,
How long has it been?
The sun has risen between us?

Today,
The morning has blossomed like a lotus….
But that river is spreading
Dry and barren between us…!!!

Now spread your hands
As long as you can….
Perchance the antelopes gallop
From your palms!

- Intaj Malek

'Valley with Ploughman Seen from Above' by Vincent van Gogh