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 in Fields of Grace

In village fields, where Krishna's tales did dwell, A timeless saga of love and life, I am here to tell, Amidst lush landscapes where rivers gently glide, Krishna's presence mingles with the countryside.

In fields of mustard, where the golden sun extends, Krishna's laughter echoes as the daylight blends, With blossoms swaying in a joyous, golden tide, His divinity dances with nature, side by side.

Beneath the azure skies, where fertile lands extend, Krishna's spirit lingers as the seasons gently mend, Fields of millet and wheat, in patterns so precise, In every furrowed row, they find his sage’s advice.

Yet it's in hearty Bajra, standing tall and proud, Krishna's presence shines, like a shimmering cloud, The swaying shafts, like his grace, bend and sway, In their strength and resilience, they seem to say.

Amidst rural life, where dreams and hopes unite, Krishna's wisdom and love bring the purest light, As villagers toil in fields under the golden sun, They feel his grace in every task they've begun.

For in heart of villages where agriculture thrives, Krishna's essence in every crop, joyfully revives, A narrative of love and life, forever intertwined, With Krishna in the fields, our spirits are aligned.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

My Krishna

In the tale of life, a bond so true, My Pritudo, in every shade and hue, A student, turned son, our fates aligned, In the corridors of time, our hearts entwined.

On a study tour to ports of grandeur, Luxury buses, students full of fervor, He, with his friends, in joyous display, Singing songs, making memories all the way.

With hard work and dedication, he soared, Exams conquered, a gold medal he adored, Yet, in public, shy and trembling at heart, I stood by his side, a new journey to start.

On convocation day, before the crowd's view, I handed him a mic, a challenge to pursue, Fumbling words, his feet shaking and weak, But from that moment on, he started to speak.

Together we ventured, side by side, Teaching and learning, on this selfless ride, Days turned into years, our bond did grow, In his eyes, I saw a radiant glow.

Different by faiths, but our hearts in sync, My name on a wedding card made all think, He chose to honor our bond so pure, In a world of love, we'd always endure.

When I met with accident, painful groans filled the air, Yearning for relief from the burden I did bear, His wife, with utmost care, whispered a plea so sincere, "Just in a day, will recover," was her wish, crystal clear.

In her prayers, in her words so bright, A glimmer of hope in the darkest night, She prayed for healing, a swifter way, "Just in a day," her heart's fervent say.

His daughter calls me "Bapuji" with pure glee, A testament to the love that binds us three, In Pritudo, I see a small Krishna, so bright, Always smiling, spreading love's sweet light.

For eighteen years, jointly on this path we trod, "My Pritudo Nakamo," I tease, with a bond so odd, “Na Kamno” was his ever smiling reply, Our laughter like a melody, reaches the sky.

In Pritudo, I see a little Krishna, so bright, Always smiling, spreading love's sweet light, He's my Kanhudo, my Pritudo always dear, In joyous journey, we hold everything so dear.

~Dr Intaj Malekc

Krishna in olden days

Oh Krishna, in days of old, monarchies did unfold, Yet they didn't force one hue on citizens, we’re told. In diverse regions, your forms they did adore, In the west, east, south, and north, you they implore.

Unity in your message, pure with love and grace, As Arjuna's charioteer, you did embrace. No instigation to fight, but peace you'd share, Saktas, Kapalikas, all found solace in your care.

Supreme reality, in myriad forms it gleams, No compulsion then, in those ancient dreams. But now, in the people's republic, it seems, Forcing one path, against the flowing streams.

Is this not against your many facets, divine? Oh Krishna, with your smiling face, align. Unite us all, in harmony's golden twine, In the name of love and humanness, let us shine.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna of many hues

On the road to Omkareshwar, I pondered the sight, A statue of Oneness, carved in pure orange light, But Krishna, the divine, in colors so varied, In oneness, his essence, he always carried.

Oh, Democratic Authority, is your choice so clear, To paint the world in orange, keeping Krishna so near, For Adi Shankara's wisdom, non-dualism's grace, In unity with the Supreme, he found his sacred space.

The ochre-clad Sadhus, a few may understand, The depth of Shankara, the truth so grand, "सर्वम खलविदम ब्रह्म," he proclaimed with might, Brahma in everything, in darkness and in light.

But politics, it stinks, like a foul scent it clings, To marigolds it clings, but ignores what beauty brings, Roses, pomegranates, lilies, and myrtles so fair, Jasmine's fragrant breath, it fails to equally share.

Green, the color of life, they've cast it aside, Yet it's the essence of all, where existence does abide, In this scene, oh Krishna, teach the saffron-clad, To spread the aroma of all flowers, make hearts glad.

Your teachings, dear Krishna, transcend the single hue, Acharya Shankara, too, sought your wisdom true, Let your song be free, like a boundless river's flow, In melodies of love and oneness, let all colors glow.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna Krishna Everywhere

Krishna, Krishna, in every sphere,
I discern your essence, so vivid and clear,
As a child, you frolic in the street's array,
In a masonry labourer's toil, you find your way.

In the masonry labourer's rugged hand, As bricks take flight, in this earthly land, I glimpse your strength, your guiding grace, As structures rise, you find your place.

Beneath a cradle's canopy, a baby's cry, Resonates your presence, drawing nigh, With Radha by your side, a cart you steer, On bustling market roads, you persevere.

In the shade of trees, an old man rests, Fatigue and wisdom filled in his chest, In the sweat of toil, and humble meal's delight, You shine unphilosophised, and unerring light.

In the couple's toil, their hands entwine, They share a meal, simple and divine, I see the real Krishna in their care, No chariot, no flute, love's presence is rare.

In every scene, in life's diverse route, Krishna's presence, vivid and absolute, A tapestry of moments, colors so bright, In the canvas of existence, his eternal light.

~Dr Intaj Malek

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