How a drop of water disintegrates
On this holy ground
The winds wash it off
And it is just not found.
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 honoured 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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DISINTEGRATION
How a drop of water disintegrates
On this holy ground
The winds wash it off
And it is just not found.
A drop of existence,
I came
Off a running stream
Of life and settled unsecure on the shore.
How difficult it was
To return to the stream
When I find
My feet fabled and wings, disabled
Only a wish remains
To return to the folds divine
No other way,
Except to call time to wind you away.
Vapour by vapour I fly
Back into the arteries of the sky
Shall I return to the stream?
I ask disintegrating limbs with a sigh.
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FREE CHOICE
No doubt it is all god’s will
Yet there are many
Who think God
A product of the rumour mill.
Every moment has a forked mouth
One promises
To makes me a hero
And the other threatens with a zero.
Gods judge me
Not by what I think,
But by the steps I take
Whether I am a saint or a fake.
The choice is entirely mine
And pleasure too
To turn a good leaf
Or choose the path of grief.
But by nature I find
Myself more prone to vanity
Good distracts me
While Evil casts a spell on my sanity.
Finally, when I look at myself
I find error heaped upon error
Goodness rots
While Devil takes pleasure shots.
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It’s such a masterpiece