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Anatomy of an Emotion – Mystic Poetry from India
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An emotion is a fleeting experience

And if we let it fleet away

Leaving us behind

As a train does to a station,

It does not hurt.

Jernail S Anand - Sindh CourierDr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry

Dr. Jernail S. Anand is a Chandigarh-based socialist campaigner, an ideologue who heads the International Academy of Ethics and authored 170 books. Winner of the international award Charter of Morava, his name is inscribed on Poets’ Rock in Serbia. A rare achievement for an Indian author, who was the only one to be honoured by the Serbian Writers Association after Rabindranath Tagore in 1926] Contact: anandjs55@yahoo.com

EmtionsANATOMY OF AN EMOTION

An emotion is a fleeting experience

And if we let it fleet away

Leaving us behind

As a train does to a station,

It does not hurt.

 

However deep, charming, or beautiful,

An emotion must be enjoyed

And then,

Allowed to become

A part of our memories

 

We are the tragic heroes of this epic

We catch a moment

Like it,

And don’t stop churning it

Till it is finally killed or it finally kills us.

 

Trees love the birds that stay

In them, chirp, make love

And prosper,

And a day comes

When they just take the flight

 

Have you ever heard the tree grieving?

Or the birds feeling let down

Or raising an accusing finger?

Birds don’t argue

Nor trees hold courts to arraign them.

 

Only humans stretch a moment

To the breaking point 

And keep it alive

Till it loses its charms,

Births trauma and chronicles a tragedy.

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Indifferent MassTHE INDIFFERENT MASS

When has the world come to your doors

To ask for favours?

Whatever you have done

It was your inner compulsion.

 

World, houses, people, jobs,

Movement, fights, transport

You and your very own,

All are stand aloof

 

They come to life

And start threatening you

Only when you expect

Something from them.

 

A river is just flowing away

And a road is lost in its dreams

If you do not fiddle with them,

There will be no casualty

 

Don’t try the people should

Act as you wish

Nor try to change

The way they think

 

Nobody will contradict you

Rather you will find the world

A wonderful Place

And people, cast in God’s image

 

But if you carry expectations,

And if you tell the dreamy world

Of your dreams

You are on the wrong foot

 

Now the world will come to life

Start looking for you

And will not regain its indifferent powers

Till it has brought down all your expectations.

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