Krishna encounters a Cobra

In the modern realm, by Yamuna's gentle flow, A tale of Krishna, from ages ago, She cobras emerged, their message so clear, To young Krishna in the waters, they drew near.

"Dear child," they implored, voices soft and kind, "Leave this river's depths, dangers here you'll find, The cobra, our king, with venom's might, May harm you, dear Krishna, in the water's light."

But Krishna, a smile on his radiant face, Held a world of wisdom, in this sacred space, He listened to their plea, so heartfelt and pure, Then spoke of compassion, his love's enduring lure.

"Dear sisters of the river," he gently did say, "Though fearsome your king, in the water's sway, I shall not leave your realm, nor bring him harm, But a message of love, I wish to share, to charm."

With those words of grace, he moved through the stream, Where dark waters whispered, like a distant dream, The cobra, their king, rose from depths below, In his fiery gaze, Krishna's love did glow.

The cobras bowed low, their gratitude profound, For Krishna's compassion, in that moment, they found, He left the river's depths, but not without a trace, Of love, kindness, and grace, in that sacred space.

In modern times, this tale still holds its sway, Of Krishna's wisdom, love's enduring display, For in the depths of life's rivers, dark and wide, His compassion flows, like an eternal tide.

~Dr Intaj Malek

Modern Day Krishna

In a world of modern times, Krishna's youth unfurls, No mythic realm, but a tale for our modern world, Not tales of magic flutes or celestial powers, But a child of wonder, in our midst, he towers.

No myths of butter thievery or playful pranks, Instead, a youth of kindness, who always gives thanks, With eyes that sparkle with curiosity so bright, He navigates life's challenges with all his might.

In a world of smartphones and screens so vast, Krishna's charm endures, a memory meant to last, No divine plays in forests or battles to wage, But in acts of compassion, he writes a modern page.

He's the child who cares for nature's fragile grace, Lends a hand to those in need, with a smiling face, In the digital age, he's the voice for the voiceless, A champion of justice, in a world that's often noiseless.

Krishna's childhood in a modern light, we see, A symbol of love, hope, and unity, No mythic past, but a message for our time, In every act of kindness, his spirit does shine.

So let us embrace this Krishna of today, In our hearts, his love and wisdom will always stay, In a modern world, his childhood tale unfolds, A symbol of love, compassion, as life unrolls.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna not chained in temples

Krishna, not confined to temple's sacred halls, Beyond worship's bounds, his presence enthralls, A pure consciousness, love's eternal stream, He's the very soul within each living dream.

He's more than an idol, more than divine, A philosophy, an idea, in every heart, he'll shine, Life within a life, a soul within a soul, In every atom's dance, his presence makes us whole.

No songs of glory, like Meera or Raskhan's praise, Yet Krishna's wisdom guides our earthly maze, A practical Krishna, inspiration's gentle chime, In every moment's challenge, he transcends time.

Not chained to temples, in huts of slums he dwells, In open skies where boundless ambiance swells, A Krishna beyond space, beyond time's decree, Here and hereafter, he's with us, forever free.

So, in the huts and open sky, he finds his place, The Krishna of our souls, in every loving embrace, Beyond mere worship, he's our daily guide, Inspirational Krishna, forever by our side.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna not for Gentry

In the realm of songs, where Krishna's glory soared, Gopi's, Meera's, and Radha's voices adored, But the tale I sing today, a different lore, Of Krishna with the destitute, forevermore.

In meadows of the poor, where life's toil is profound, Krishna's presence, in labor's symphony, is found, Amongst workers, craftsmen, toiling hearts so pure, He lives in the downtrodden, their strength to assure.

In the calloused hands of the laborer, he's the touch, In the sweat of the worker, he's the essence, as such, Krishna's heart beats with the destitute's refrain, In their struggles and triumphs, he finds his domain.

Not just in opulence or affluence, he's confined, But in the humblest abode, his love intertwined, With those who toil, with those who bear the weight, Krishna's grace shines bright, their burdens to abate.

In the quiet alleys, where poverty finds its place, Krishna's love is a refuge, a tender embrace, For in the hearts of the poorest, he lives so pure, A kindling light of hope, forever us to endure.

So let us sing of Krishna, in these souls so meek, In the laborer's sweat, in the destitute's cheek, For Krishna lives among them, forevermore, In their resilience and strength, he does implore.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

A Child descending a staircase

Today, a child descended, a sight to behold, From my tenement's heights, a story to be told, Charming, beautiful, handsome, he appeared, I couldn't resist; his cheeks, I gently steered.

Step by step, he descended, like a joyous flight, Each rung of the ladder welcomed his foot with delight, Dancing with joy, as he moved down with grace, A child, he seemed, with an enchanting face.

He was Krishna, I thought, with his flute in hand, Singing Rumi's song, like a breeze on the sand, A small child descending, so gracefully, His rhythmic dance held my heart, you see.

How different must have been the Krishna of old, When this child's grace and beauty unfold, Innocence and charm, in his every glance, A timeless enchantment, in this youthful dance.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

Krishna lives in me

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 its 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's heartbeat in my heart, in 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 every 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 beacon of hope, forever in my heart.

Message on Eid-e-Milad

On this Eid-e-Milad-un-Nabi, let’s pray, For peace and blessings on this special day. Islam, the word itself, a soothing hymn, May it bring harmony, our souls within.

Muhammad's message, pure and true, Unites humanity, in all we say and we do. A thread of love, compassion, and care, Spreading love and kindness, everywhere.

As we celebrate the Prophet's birth anew, Let his teachings guide all that we pursue. May peace and prosperity forever reside, In the hearts of all, on this joyous tide.

Happy Eid-e-Milad-un-Nabi to one and all, In unity and love, let our spirits stand tall. May his light shine bright, a beacon so wide, Guiding us forever, with God as our guide.

~ Dr Intaj Malek

How did you feel Krishna?

Krishna, your forms and roles are so vast, Child, guide, teacher, shepherd, unsurpassed. You merge with every soul, profound and deep, In your presence, all divisions seem so cheap.

Small as a child or mature, so grand, Yet, your eternal smile, like golden sand. What's the secret, Krishna, tell me, please, Of your everlasting joy and inner peace?

In a world where children's hearts should gleam, A child of different faith, like in a dream, Was slapped by others, by hatred's cruel scheme, Instigated by a teacher, lost in narrow esteem.

How did you feel, Krishna, that day so cruel, When a child of different faith faced ridicule? By narrow thoughts, her peers were led astray, Visit her in dreams, your wisdom convey.

Teach the song of unity, soul and divine, In every dream, let your presence shine. It's time to reincarnate or in dreams, reside, Guide all children, with love as their guide.

~ 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