When the angel of death came

I offered him my body

He was surprised

Where is your soul?

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

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) Jaipur. 

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I AM A BODY

I came to know

I was a clinical entity,

An amalgam of blood and bones

And a few pounds of flesh

Driven by a mind

Situated far away

No will of my own

Only the stakes were mine

I was under orders

To go on working

Earn my food

Eat it and have a barbed sleep

When the angel of death came

I offered him my body

He was surprised

Where is your soul?

I searched my luggage

And brought out a small piece

Of quenched flames.

Angels looked at me in surprise.

I was carrying its carcass only

It died years back

I am a house

In which no one lives.

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RIDE

During the day, I am in my senses

The night arrives

With oblivionogen tablets

And I suddenly lose consciousness.

My senses are then hijacked

Better say abducted

Sometimes taken to Thebes

And sometimes to Troy

I visit forbidden palaces

In which I was perhaps married

Or murdered who knows

How blissful this lack of Knowledge is!

When I get up,

I have squarely forgotten

Where I had been,

And I am back to my square one.

On one side is the day of conscious activity

On the other, the night

When we give ourselves over to sleep

To be taken for a dreamy ride.

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