Jagu’s divine Krishna

Amidst the gentle breeze's playful dance, Jagu whispers, "Krishna, Krishna," in a trance, But within me, his Krishna resides, you see, In a world of wonder and boundless glee.

I am his Krishna, in every sunrise and fall, In the echoing laughter, in love's tender call, As the sun paints the sky in shades of gold, I am his Krishna in the tales yet not told.

In the rustling leaves and the songs of birds, In laughter of children, in heart’s sweet words, I am his Krishna guiding his every stride, In the tapestry of life, woven side by side.

When the moonlight bathes the world at night, I am the Krishna, kindling his gloomy night, In dreams and wishes, in hopes anew, In each star that sparkles in night’s hue.

Krishna, Krishna, is his devotion's flame, In the heart's deepest chambers, I am the same, I am his Krishna, in all that he portrays, In every moment of our shared, vibrant days.

So as Jagu chants and his devotion unfurls, Within me, he finds the sacred pearls, In this world of love, compassion, and play, I am his Krishna, lighting up his way.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Jagu’s Krishna

Jagu's Krishna, a love so pure, In his heart, it does endure, Born a Jain, yet drawn to the divine, Krishna's love in every sign.

Once Vijay held that sacred place, But now, Intaj shines with that grace, Chanting his name with devotional art, In Jagu's world, Krishna is in every part.

A simple soul with love pure and untamed, In any debate, Jagu has never ashamed, He glorifies his Krishna, selfless and true, In every word, in all he sees and all he’ll do.

For Jagu, divine Krishna is not just a name, But a symbol of love and friendship's flame, In Krishna, he finds humanity's light, Guiding his path, day and night.

His Krishna is love, pure and grand, In every heart, in every hand, Jagu's devotion, a radiant star, Spreading love and Krishna near and far.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna for Digitalis

In the digital age, where screens brightly gleam, A modern Krishna emerges in the tech-savvy scene, No more butter-thieving, but coding with might, In a virtual world, he orchestrates flights.

With a smartphone in hand, he guides the way, Through the complexities of life, come what may, Not on a flute's tune, but through WhatsApp's ping, He imparts wisdom in the messages he'll bring.

No more Gopis in the fields, but followers online, In the realm of social media, his presence does shine, He preaches not in temples, but in webinars and streams, Bringing spirituality to screens in futuristic dreams.

The digital Krishna, a guide in the cyberspace, Teaching us virtue, compassion, and grace, In this modern era, his message transcends, Uniting hearts and minds, as technology blends.

He's not just in history, but in pixels and code, A modern Krishna, in the digital abode, With love and wisdom, he shows the way, In the modern world, where screens hold sway.

~ 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

Krishna across the ages

In Satya Yuga's time, young Krishna played, In cowherd's homes, where butter oft' was laid, He sneaked and laughed, as curd and butter he'd eat, His half-clad charm, oh, what a wondrous feat!

With eyes that sparkled like the starry skies, He danced with Gopis, pure love in their eyes, In rustic fields, under the moon's soft glow, That Krishna's charm, in our hearts, did grow.

But now, in this age of AI and light, A different Krishna, in mansions, takes flight, He orders meals online, with a digital command, Yet in his presence, our hearts understand.

No longer half-clad, but adorned in silk, His wisdom shines through, as smooth as milk, In virtual realms, he guides the way, Balancing tradition with the modern's sway.

His grace transcends eras, a timeless hue, In olden days or today, Krishna, we pursue, With the innocence of a child's laughter, Or the touch of a screen, our hearts beat faster.

The Krishna of Satya Yuga, in pastoral delight, The Krishna of AI Yuga, in the digital night, Both allure with beauty, in their unique way, Teaching us love, in every era's display.

In tales of old and technology's bright gleam, Krishna's presence is felt, like a radiant dream, In this ever-changing world, both old and new, Krishna's love remains, eternally true.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna in Cyber Space

In the age of screens and digital grace, Emerges Krishna, in a modern space, Not with a flute but a smartphone's glow, Guiding us through life, as we ebb and flow.

Modern Krishna, see in virtual attire, A beacon of wisdom, always to inspire, In bytes and pixels, view a cosmic dance, He leads us forward, with gracious advance.

Not in Vrindavan's fields, but in cyberspace, He shares divine love, in every case, His teachings echoed through data streams, Awakening hearts from digital dreams.

With tweets of compassion, and status updates, Modern Krishna guides, and surely elevates, In this digital age, his message is crystal clear, Love, unity, and truth, to hold us all so dear.

No cowherd's flute, but algorithms play, A melody of hope, in the modern day, Modern Krishna, in the web's embrace, Guiding us toward love, in this virtual space.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Moonlit Reverie

Oh, moon above, in your tender grace, Why does my heart find such a peaceful place? Though distant realms our forms divide, Your silent pull draws me to your side.

I cannot reach, but a force unknown, Weaves a bond where seeds of dreams are sown, Hidden behind veils of cloud's disguise, You play with me in cerulean skies.

Heart to heart, how far will you take flight? Ohhh, ohhh, through the canvas of night, How deeply shall you lure me in, These verses of praise, an anthology spin.

Gazing at you, dreams unfurl and entwine, Stories born from your celestial shine, When shall we meet, share tales untold, In your gentle glow, secrets unfold.

The world shall marvel at our night's embrace, With you by my side, in your silvery grace, Oh moon, my confidant, in skies we'll roam, Where dreams and stories find their home.

Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna in the Foundry's Forge

I'll sing of Krishna, not the cosmic star, Narsimha's praise has traveled near and far, But Krishna's glory, as a foundry hand, In toil and sweat, where he takes his stand.

Within the forge, where the iron rods gleam, No time for mischief or a neighbor's dream, This Krishna works, his efforts strong, No Yashoda's care, no lullaby song.

Meals delayed, scarcely a moment to dine, No playful pranks in this life's design, Yet Krishna's sweat, in the foundry's heat, Carries a story, both bitter and sweet.

With every swing of the hammer's might, Krishna shapes metal, in the fiery light, The foundry's son, in the heat's embrace, Crafts a world of strength, in that sacred space.

And though his days are devoid of ease, His labor's rhythm a silent masterpiece, This foundry Krishna, in his humble role, Teaches lessons of the heart and soul.

~ Dr Intaj Malek