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

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