Eyes – Mystic Poetry from India

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A man’s entire being

Is concentrated in his eyes

From where shoots

Of scented emotions

Are sent on a holy mission.

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

Jernail Singh Anand- Sindh CourierDr. 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 

Biblio-link: https://sites.google.com/view/bibliography-dr-jernal-singh/home   

brown-eyesEYES

Eyes are fond witnesses

Of amorous encounters

They carry the films

Which we fondly

Keep playing replaying

Eyes are the arrows

Which shoot down hearts

And plant wounds

Which more than pain

Emit joy even when they recover

A man’s entire being

Is concentrated in his eyes

From where shoots

Of scented emotions

Are sent on a holy mission

The body is a mysterious language

But its text is written

In the eyes which 

Like oracles

Speak nothing but a man’s truth.

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Colourful-lamps-lit-around-in-a-pattern-during-Deepavali-the-Fascinating-Festival-of-Lights-in-Sri-LankaAUSPICIOUS MOMENTS

Life is an ocean

Made of small droplets of time

These are moments

Which are fleeting away

Never to return

However hard you may try.

Whatever happens

May never happen again

If you wish something

And it happens

Leave everything aside

And catch that moment.

For, never shall it return

Meetings with loved ones

Happen but only once

For, stars have to change

Their orbits to make it possible

Men in their ignorant indulgences think

Time will come again

But dear,

Sacred moments

Like the auspicious times

May never visit again.

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Read: Emotions – Mystic Poetry from India

1 COMMENT

  1. Eyes open , or closed, or half closed ,
    Body bearing the calm and contented posture,
    Sitting cross legged ,
    A sweet smile dancing on lips,
    A wordless communication,
    With the macrocosm,
    Compassion for all,
    Sentient or insentient,
    Wisdom manifests itself
    Wrapped in ubiquitous love,
    Eyes shutters half open,
    Touching every heart ,
    The very being is enough,
    Words seem redundant.

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