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. Email anandjs55@yahoo.com
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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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