It is a state beyond understanding
In which words
Lose their relevance
There is no need for grammar
So, now, between me and my God
There is no dialogue
Nothing to be said, nor any complaint.
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. Email anandjs55@yahoo.com
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BEYOND UNDERSTANDING
I used to indulge in long talks
With him.
Still when we got up
There was much which remained
To be resolved
And we would start a dialogue
As soon as we met
The extent of non-understanding
Was so shockingly wide
We would take to messaging
And phone talk
And even video calling
All in an effort to explain
Things which stood between us
And remained unresolved.
At last, one day, it happened.
I had understood everything
He wanted to say
And he understood me
What I had to say in defence of me
Since then, there is holy silence
Between us.
It is a state beyond understanding
In which words
Lose their relevance
There is no need for grammar
So, now, between me and my God
There is no dialogue
Nothing to be said, nor any complaint.
Words cannot cause confusions
Nor spaces cause stress
He understands me,
And I know what he wants of me
We are in silence
No words can decipher, nor describe.
***
HOBNOBBING
The man who lived on rent
Got the hint
I wanted him to vacate
My room,
And he started hobnobbing
With others
In search of a new home.
There was nothing wrong in it
If he won’t try,
Where he would go
Once the contract with me is over?
He often called my house ‘my house’
And I, as often, laughed at him
And let it go.
God once stopped me
And asked me ‘is it your house
That you call ‘my house’?
I was stunned
Was I too on rent?
Only it was paid lump sum
In the beginning.
When I fell fatally ill,
I often found myself nearly dead
My soul would leave me
And move about
Searching for a new home
So that it could leave me
When it has contracted a new house.
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