Rendering the body too as sacred

Love accords a local habitation

And a shape to emotions

Which were, otherwise, just airy nothings.

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poems

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, based in Chandigarh, is an Indian poet and scholar credited with 170 plus books of English literature, philosophy and spirituality. He won great Serbian Award Charter of Morava and his name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. He was honored with Seneca Award LAUDIS CHARTA by Academy of Arts & Philosophical Sciences, Bari, Italy 2024. He is Founder President of the International Academy of Ethics and conferred Doctor of Philosophy (Honoris Causa) by University of Engineering & Management, (UEM).   

AIRY NOTHINGS

Passion has a great quality

It does not leave you

Even for a second

You remain bewitched and spell bound.

Passion is a friendly virtue

Does not possess

The killer potential

Obsession has.

Love is a passion,

A desire

I have yet to see fragrance

Without a flower.

Not only this body,

Mind is the real domain of Desire

Body is only a tunnel

Through which the liquid divine flows.

Rendering the body too as sacred

Love accords a local habitation

And a shape to emotions

Which were, otherwise, just airy nothings.

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THE SALES GIRL

When trees fell into minority

Animals got the cue

A cataclysm is about to strike

The earth and the blue

With silentia of the earth

Which absorbed the noise gone,

Fleshless bones were crankling

Creating weird music.

The flowers too did early leave

And sensing the disaster

Butterflies packed their luggage

And migrated to safer zones

Flowers were the hardest hit

Only lovers bought them

And now

They were only meant for the graves.

I saw a sale on which some females

Were sitting,

Decorated like flowers

Was it to attract or distract the males?

They were trained to give a sharper smile

Which brought cheer

In the eye of a customer

And thus sold wares excessively dear

What those flowers were selling?

Who twisted their heads

To welcome me?

Me who was sunk deep in stupidity.

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