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

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