Wheat moon’s dance

Beneath the moon's soft, gentle light we see, In fields of wheat, a wondrous sight to be, Like Krishna, men adorned in robes so white, With turbans bound, they dance into the night.

Beside them stand the labor girls, our pride, Gopis in the moon's tender glow, side by side, With sickles sharp and sheaves of wheat they sway, In harmony, they toil until break of day.

No pots upon their frames, a change in style, No Meera's songs escape, yet all the while, Krishna's spirit in their every stride, They toil as one, with hearts open wide.

These Krishnas, day by day, their labor's song, In fields where earnings from their toil are strong, They sow, they reap, their work beyond compare, Providing sustenance, a gift so rare.

Bajra and onions, humble is their fare, Yet, wheat for us they labor and prepare, From bread to pizza, see their toil so free, These Krishnas gift the harvest, you and me.

In fields, the Gopis, not with pots to bind, But strength and grace, in every step they find, With sarees tied, they toil through sweat and heat, Their spirit shines in fields of golden wheat.

The Krishna we revere, his words so wise, But in these Krishnas, actions truly rise, Let's honor them, for toils they gladly bring, The Practicing Krishnas, our hearts do sing.

Their labor sows our daily bread's embrace, With each harvest, they fill our table's space, In the moon's tender light, they play their part, These Krishnas of the field, a love-filled heart.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishnas of the Fields

Beneath the full moon's gentle light, In fields of wheat, a wondrous sight, Men, like Krishna, dressed in white, With turbans tied, they dance so bright.

Beside them, labor girls in rows, As Gopis in the moon's soft glow, With sickle and wheat, their hands do sway, In harmony, they sweat and toil away.

No earthen pots are seen upon their frame, No Meera's songs heard but hearts aflame, Yet, Krishna's spirit is seen in their stride, They labor hard, toil and sweat side by side.

These Krishnas, toiling day by day, In fields where they earn their pay, They sow and reap, their work is clear, Providing us food we hold so dear.

But Bajra and onion, their humble fare, While wheat for us they toil and bear, From bread to pizza, it's their toil we see, These Krishnas gift their harvest with glee.

Gopis the farm girls, embracing the field, No pots on their waists, but strength revealed, With sarees tied around their tiny waist, In toil and sweat, they keep their pace.

The Krishna we worship, words he may teach, But these Krishnas in fields, their actions preach, Let's honor them for the toils they bring, The Practicing Krishnas, our hearts do sing.

In their labor, they sow our daily bread, With each harvest, our tables are spread, In the moon's embrace, they play their part, These Krishnas of the field, with love in heart.

~ 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

The Enigma of Divine Quietude

It pains me, this divine silence profound, Gods and goddesses, in quiet, are bound, I look back in anger, with a sense of awe, When harmony thrived, in days we saw.

Cows grazed in meadows, at twilight they'd rest, A world so serene, where hearts were blessed, But now, it pains me, as time takes its toll, Divine silence reigns, in every soul.

In the land of devas, now silence persists, Amidst worldly maladies, it now coexists, Krishna, your smile from the frame and shrine, Leaves me wondering, is the world not thine?

Have you reserved blessings for the elite few? Or is there hope for the world, both old and new? It pains me, Krishna, pains the silence divine, In a world that was once yours and mine.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Divine silence

Krishna, you danced with Gopis in guileless glee, Stole butter from homes, always carefree, You played pranks and broke pots with delight, But Krishna, why does silence shroud our night?

People are lynched, and your voice is still, Has your blissful blessing lost its skill? Have you turned face from this sacred land? Where once you danced with glee hand in hand.

Has your benevolence ceased, oh Lord so kind? Would you clothe the daughters, as Draupadi, bind? In this very land, where your wonders did grace, Now girls are stripped, in a sorrowful chase.

Have you veiled your visage, or closed your eyes? Aren't these your daughters under sorrowful skies? Was your mercy reserved for just a chosen few, Or shall it embrace all, as your love should do?

Krishna, in this land, let compassion rise high, Wipe away tears, let no more innocents cry, In your motherland, let love be unfurled, For every daughter, in this troubled world.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

A song of Krishna

Let me sing of Krishna, not in tales of days old, But of the slums, where hearts are pure and bold, In the laughter of kids from humble kin, Krishna's joyous spirit dwells deep within.

Not for gifts or returns, but a song from within, His presence, a dance, where all journeys begin, Spontaneous, like every grain of sand and sea, Krishna's light, in every atom, as we all see.

Not the Krishna of legends in distant lands, But the divine light, in every heart, it stands, In orphan's eyes, street child's hopeful gleam, Krishna's presence, in every life's dream.

In the songs of birds and nature's dance, Krishna's melody, a universal romance, A song of hope, in every note and rhyme, His essence, transcends space and time.

With guileless smiles, he'll unite us all, Enlightening hearts, like a gentle call, Krishna, the love, the light, the endless song, In every soul, where we all divinely belong.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Loving Krishna sans reasons

I love Krishna, not for doctrine's embrace, Nor for myth or battle's fervent chase, Not for Geeta's wisdom or cosmic grace, But for the love that lights his smiling face.

His eyes, perhaps by human hand designed, Yet filled with love, they're eternally kind, Krishna's childlike visage, pure and bright, In his joyous dance, my heart takes flight.

Among the Gopis, he frolics and plays, In those tender moments, my love sways, Not bound by devotion, or rituals' call, I love Krishna freely, the source of all.

Without need to be Meera or devotee true, In my heart, Krishna's love ever grew, For he's the universe, the essence divine, In his smile, his presence, our souls entwine.

He is life, he is love, in every way, In Krishna's embrace, my spirit finds its stay, No reason required, no dogma to bind, I love Krishna simply, in heart and in mind.

~ 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

Come back Krishna

Oh Krishna, your divine presence we implore, Reincarnate once more, our hearts to restore, Teach the world your message, pure and true, For mankind has strayed, forgotten its due.

Your timeless wisdom, within the Gita’s page, But they have chosen, their paths to engage, They've twisted your teachings, for their gain, Oh Krishna, return, free them from this chain.

Business people, from your song, drew their art, Management lessons, far from your heart, Molding your message, to fit their desire, Oh Krishna, come back, let truth reacquire.

Some glorify your smile, your playful youth, But neglect those needy, forgotten in truth, In orphans and poor kids, you truly reside, Oh Krishna, let thy compassion be our guide.

In grand temples, they sing in thy praise, But neglect human souls, lost in life's maze, You're not confined to marble or gold, In every heart, you dwell we're told.

Now, Krishna, it's time, as you once told, Reincarnate, let your message unfold, Guide us anew, with your divine grace, Reveal the path of love on earthly space.

Some distort your words, oh Krishna, it's clear, Dharma's meaning, they've mixed with fear, We need your guidance, in this modern time, To restore your teachings, in rightful prime.

In this era of democracy, we stand free, No Kauravas to seize, no battles to see, Pour your wisdom into leaders' minds, Let love and divinity be the ties that binds.

Oh Krishna, come back, even in our dreams, Illuminate the path with heavenly beams, Teach us to use your divine song's grace, To spread love and unity in every place.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna- the universal

In the heart of the universe, a Krishna divine, Love's essence, humanity's radiant sign, Harmony's song, a melody so sweet, Universal Krishna, in our hearts, you beat.

Your melodious tune, a raga of love, Guiding our souls to the heavens above, Raskhan, Rahim, Alam, and Nazir's art, Sang of your love, the core of every heart.

Now I join the chorus, singing your name, Intaj, Pritesh, Jagdish, all the same, In Nishant, in Dhruv, and in Vidyut's grace, The love of divinity, a radiant embrace.

In every human, your love does reside, Spreading kindness and love far and wide, Let's unite India, a divine land so grand, With Krishna's love, forever we stand.

Raskhan, Nazir, Alam, Meera, and Rahim, Their verses still echo, a timeless hymn, In their footsteps, we follow the way, With Krishna's love, together we'll sway.

Universal Krishna, in our hearts you'll shine, Love, humanity, and harmony divine, In the melody of your eternal song, Together, in love, we all belong.

~ Dr Intaj Malek