Phoebus on La Grace

Today the Phoebus has descended with Grace
Bestowing bounteous mirth on La Grace
But the sunbeam I saw yesterday
Seems vanished or on leave today

No, the sun beam whispered in my ears
I never change my course through the years
It's you, seemed vanished from your course
To enjoy my bliss adhere to time's force

Nature runs and turns and burns in rhythmic way
But the man shuts and cuts and beats and slays
Always he goes astray and weaves hollow dreams
That obstruct the entry of dancing sun beams

- Dr. Intaj Malek

In the Hands of the People

All my friend, elders, country people

Beloved citizens, heed this plea,

Consider well where your vote should be.

Decide wisely, for the future's sake,

 

Ensure your choice shall not be a mistake.

For the nation's good, choose with care,

Guide it away from darkness and despair.

 

Hold fast to values, don't give in,

Investigate and think let truth begin.

Justice and fairness, let them prevail,

Keep out corruption, let truth unveil.

 

Look beyond guarantees, see what's real,

M ake a stand, for the people's appeal.

Never forget, your vote has great might,

O ppose oppression, stand up and fight.

Perhaps it's time for a change of hand,

 

Question authority, make a strong stand.

Remember, your vote shapes the land,

Seek out justice and equality take a stand.

Tell others too, spread the word,

 

Unmask falsehoods, let truth be heard.

Voice your concerns, don't be swayed,

Warn others, don't let them fade.

Xenophobia, reject with might, don't abstain,

Yearn for a better future, free from chains.

Zero shall be tyranny, Hitler shall not reign.

 

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Never alone

Never Alone 

In the world of knowledge, I am never alone, From dawn to dusk,I remain in bustling tone. Surrounded by friends, fans, and many more, In teaching's embrace, ways of muse I adore.

Among students of all hues young and old, In every discipline, my heart deeply unfold. Ashok, Dinesh, Pritesh, and gentle crew, We soar high with Jagu, Nishu, and Lolu too.

Bakar, my brother, forever by my side, Even on way to abode where souls abide. With all my family in their Love's embrace, In books and fans,I find solace and grace.

So when the night may darken the sky, In companionship, my loneliness will die. For in this journey, I am never on loan, In love and learning, I'm never alone.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

In the grip of fever

In the grip of humbo humbo fever's sway,

My soul takes flight upon the poet's bay.

With cheeks ablaze and mind a-whirl,

I'm seized by words, like a lyrical pearl.

 

As fever's fire courses through my veins,

I dance with muses in poetic reins.

In trance-like state, I freely roam,

From philosophy's heights to literature's home.

 

Oh, fevered brow and fevered plight,

Igniting verses in the dead of night.

From Lol to Pritu, my mind does roam,

As Tennyson's waves my thoughts find home.

 

With each rise and fall, a verse is born,

In fever's embrace, my spirit's torn.

But thanks, dear fever, for the gift you bring,

A muse in disguise, with every sting.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Shadows of Deceit

In shadows deep, where truth retreats,

Lies a party of deceitful feats.

Thieves and decoits, their masquerade,

Rapists lurk in the dark they've made.

 

A saga of vein glory and falsehood spun,

By liars and blunderers, they're overrun.

Principles and morals lost, on barren ground,

In this party of pomp,  white lies unbound.

 

Divide and conquer, their age-old game,

Chaos and anarchy, their claim to fame.

Misleading courts, with twisted tongues,

This party's anthem, where deceit belongs.

 

Plutocrats and autocrats, there thrive,

In the shadows where truth doesn’t survive.

But in the light of day, we'll stand,

Against this party's tyrant hand.

 

In the web of lies, citizens are ensnared,

By falsehoods spun, they're left impaired.

Mesmerised youths, in its grip they sway,

Led astray from truth's guiding ray.

 

Wealth flows freely to businesses grand,

In exchange, mere pennies in hand.

The poor, forgotten, voiceless they stand,

Their cries ignored in this corrupted land.

 

Yet hope still flickers, a beacon bright,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

For truth will rise, its power untold,

To reclaim what this party has sold.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Rosacea on my cheeks

In a sudden blush, my cheeks turned red, A hue so vivid and glossy like a tale unsaid, As if brushed by makeup's gentle touch, A rosy glow, it seemed, a bit too much.

At first, a beauty in that pink embrace, A lovely pink tint bedecked my face, Days passed, and it ventured more, No pain, no itch, just that rosy lore.

Slowly, its canvas began to grow, lines did show, near eyes and brow, Scales and patches, an unforeseen plan, An older mask on face on a younger man.

Fear clasped tight, I sought a guide, A kind-hearted dermatologist beside, She found the cause, not a dire fuss, Rosacea was it and not Lupus plexus.

Medicines came, in a blend to heal, Antihistamines, a soothing seal, Topical mix, with a professional grace, Restoring to me my original former face.

Originality, a treasure to behold, Weighs heavier than artificial gold, My cheeks, in their natural bloom, Radiate love, dispelling every gloom.

In life's paths too, a lesson for all to find, In Rosacea's dance, brought fear in mind, Originality, as held high in its purest flow, A joy in simplicity and in gentleness glow.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna Consciousness

In days of yore, poets adored with heartfelt grace, A Krishna of devotion, in verses they'd embrace, Krishna, international consciousness, they'd proclaim, Yet, did Krishna truly reign, or was it just a name?

Chanting "Hare Krishna," a practice so devout, Yet, does it capture the essence beyond doubt? Pure consciousness, finds its sweetest song, But in chanting where does practise belongs?

For Krishna, if alive, would surely ask of thee, More than lip service, in devotion let it be, Practicing Krishna consciousness, not just for show, But in deeds and thoughts, let pure submission flow.

Symbols, be they spangles or emblems of old, Do they truly represent hearts' stories untold? Practicing isn't mere adornment we bestow, It's in helping one another, in our actions, we grow.

In words and deeds, let Krishna's love define, Our actions guided by compassion's pure sign, In thoughts and actions, let kindness be our creed, That's Krishna consciousness, we all should heed.

So let's not simply chant, but with hearts aligned, To Krishna's message of love, forever intertwined, In deeds, words, and thoughts, let devotion be, A testament of pure love, for all the world to see.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna with my Jogging Journey

In the morning's tender light, I took my stride,

Embarking on a journey, with a heart open wide. From home, I ventured forth, a new path to trod, To the nearby jogging park, where my spirits soared.

A novice in this realm, exercise, my distant friend, But friends had their say, urging me to ascend. So, I rose with the sun, as the dawn was adorning, For my very first jog, on this radiant morning.

Along the path, I glimpsed two children so small, Barefoot and playful, holding sticks, standing tall. Curious, I approached, asked, "Where do you roam?" In their innocent eyes, I found a welcoming home.

They joined my journey, these kids of pure grace, As we entered the park, a serene, magical place. A swing, so inviting, stood waiting nearby, Their eyes sparkled, as they reached for the sky.

Jogging plans faded, forgotten for a while, As their laughter and joy made my heart beguile. I cradled them gently, like young Krishna divine, Two little Krishnas, in my life, they did shine.

Together we swayed, in that moment, so sweet, Their presence a blessing, a gift hard to beat. In the company of innocence, I found my way, On that marvellous morning, a joyful display.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna seen from window

In a world of stillness, a moment so divine, I glimpsed a young Krishna, a sight so fine. From my window to his, our gazes did meet, A playful exchange, a connection so sweet.

His mischief, a twinkle, his smile, a delight, A tiny Krishna, bathed in heavenly light. Enticing me closer, to partake in his game, From the confines of frames, his spirit did aim.

With eager hands reaching, as if to take flight, From the photo frame to the realm of daylight. An aura of innocence, on his face did adorn, With a silver crescent, like a new moon reborn.

"Krishna," I called, with affectionate grace, As he danced in window, the heavenly space. A playful child, in this enchanting embrace, In this moment of magic, in this sacred place.

In that fleeting encounter, our souls intertwined, A connection with Krishna, forever enshrined. For in the stillness of that glowing frame, His mischievous spirit, emerged the same.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna’s Essence

In the chambers of my heart, Krishna resides, A presence divine, where love and grace collide, In the corridors of my mind, his wisdom finds home, A sacred sanctuary where his teachings freely roam.

In my eyes, he's the vision of truth, so clear, Guiding my sight, dispelling every fear, A child in a mother's lap, pure love displayed, Krishna throbs in my heart, that moment conveyed.

Krishna, a melody of love, pure and sweet, In his essence, the rivers of affection meet, Not the Krishna of epic battles or holy verse, But the Krishna of common man, in universe.

In everything I do, in every thought that's kind, Krishna's presence, like a gentle breeze, I find, My Krishna is humanity, philanthropy's glowing light, Not just the divine idol, but the spirit, burning bright.

He's the love in a mother's lullaby's embrace, The kindness in a stranger's compassionate face, My Krishna is the essence of love's endless art, A cynosure of hope, forever shining in my heart.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna return in dreams

One day, Krishna shall visit in devotees' dreams, And to the pontiffs, reveal profound streams, He'll teach a true message for all humankind, In dreams, his wisdom, hearts shall find.

In celestial dreams, Krishna shall appear, To wipe away divisions, make intentions clear, In the still of night, his voice shall ring, With teachings of love, like an angel's wing.

No more VIP queues, no money, no gold, In dreams, his message, a story to be told, Feed the hungry, care for those in need, In Krishna's dream, unity shall take the lead.

He'll remind the world, women too have a place, With equality, humanity's tender grace, In Krishna's dream, his love will flow, Uniting hearts as one, in its gentle glow.

One day, in dreams, Krishna's voice will hum, A message of peace, like a beating drum, In the slumber's realm, his truth shall shine, Guiding us all, to a love so divine.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

A plea to Krishna

Oh Krishna, from your heavenly abode so high, Listen to the cries of those who wonder why, We know you're not just in grand temples' sight, But everywhere, in the day and in the night.

Do you hear the pleas of those in despair? Or do VIP queues for your darshan seem unfair? What's the secret in these lines they find, While you, O Krishna, in simplicity are enshrined?

You don't need money, silver, or gold, Yet offerings are made, stories untold, In dreams, make them understand, I implore, It's the needy and the poor you truly adore.

Has your pure message been led astray? By those who seek power in your name today? Why chant "Hare Krishna" but act with division? Teach them, Krishna, in dreams, your true vision.

Have you become a deity for the elite? I hope not, for that wouldn't be right, In temples, they keep women at bay, Yet sing of Radha in devotion's display.

Why glorify Nara without Narayani's grace? When it's known together, they embrace, Whisper in their hearts, make it plain, Without women, there's no life's sweet refrain.

Hear this plea, O Krishna, from a heart so sincere, Spread your message of love, let it be clear, In every temple, and in every devotee's dream, Let compassion and equality be the theme.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna: Bridging Divides

If Krishna's teachings become common lore, The mischief-makers shall trouble no more, Let us erase divisions, unite as one, In the era of love, under the same sun.

No more shall strife between brethren persist, As hearts of all will harmoniously coexist, Sheikh and Tafarrukat, together they'll stand, In this era of peace, hand in hand.

Krishna's wisdom, a guiding light to share, In every heart, compassion's tender glare, With unity as our creed, love as our claim, Together we'll rise, extinguishing blame.

Let Krishna's teachings, like a soothing rain, Quench the fires of hatred, the cycle of pain, In this transformed world, we'll all proclaim, One family, one love, with no one to blame.

~Dr Intaj Malek

A poet laments

In the hush of heavens, divine silence rings, Gods and goddesses, with muted wings, I gaze back in anger, with a sense of dismay, At a time when harmony lit our way.

Cows grazed freely, in meadows they'd roam, As twilight descended, they'd find their home, Oh, how it pains me, to see those days lost, Divine silence now, at a heavy cost.

In the realm of devas, quiet prevails, As the world below faces myriad travails, And Krishna, your smile in frames and shrines, Leaves me pondering, in these uncertain times.

Have you set aside blessings for a chosen few? Or will your grace embrace all, old and new? It pains me deeply, this divine refrain, In a world where love and hope should reign.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Night's Cosmic Ride

In the tranquil night so cool and calm, Beneath a sky adorned with starry charm, Upon my terrace, I lay in slumber's keep, When a whimsical fancy roused from deep.

A winged horse, divine, swift and bright, Came galloping through the obsidian night, It beckoned me to its saddle with grace, To soar the skies, in its celestial embrace.

I mounted the steed, with reins in hand, Together we rose, to a wondrous land, Higher and higher, through the somber night, In the darkness, we gleamed with radiant light.

A horse of purity, stars our only guide, Onward we journeyed, side by side, But suddenly, a hand unknown did appear, With force it pulled me, awakening from here.

A great jerk, and my foot did give a start, I awoke from this celestial dream, my heart's depart, Oh, it was all but a fleeting flight, it seemed, In the stillness of night, a dream once dreamed.

~ Dr Intaj Malek