Is joy a personal domain?
Entirely individual property?
Something like food
Which we own and eat
When we need?
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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JOURNEY OF JOY
Is joy a personal domain?
Entirely individual property?
Something like food
Which we own and eat
When we need?
No it is a protean immass
Falling and rising each moment
Does not stay in the same shape
Nor in the same mind
Can’t trust it.
Every other person around you
Related or unrelated
Can make his participation
In the creation of
This dynamic content
I sometimes feel though we call it
My joy my pleasure, my happiness
It is all an illusion.
It is supplied to you
By people you operate with.
Anyone can cause dents in your joy
Turn it into grief
And make you weep.
You are at the receiving end only
When your joy turns grief
How helpless I am!
It is a matter of the heart!
Where is my heart?
Is it inside the vaults of my chest!
Oh… I see it like a ball running out
And from there it returns carrying
So much soil and waste matter
Bruised too at times
And sometimes when kicked,
Crying.
Joy which looks so much my own
Rides on my passions
Knocks at several doors
In search of a return feeling
But often returns crestfallen.
Can I erect walls around it
So that it does jump out
Nor expect anything
Nor feel lost
But just stay inside, content with itself?
Gods were unhappy to see me distraught
They suggested another way.
If you love others,
Without expecting returns
Nobody can divest you of your joy.
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LIVING WITH GOD
Someone told me keep remembering God
Go on telling him
You are doing these good things
And you have done this bad
Soon I came to know
God does not like to be kept busy
All the time
No fun engaging him in minor issues.
I realized this thing in a very
Costly way.
Whatever I said,
God often found fault with my words
Finally every time I had to say sorry
God never reverted to me
When I was busy
Only I did it out of fear or to please him.
Now I let God do his work
He knows I am here
And I remember him.
And when in need, he is here for me.
We do not talk now much
I also do not tell people
How much I love him
Or He loves me
He is there in his grand presence
And I am here in mine
Mini presence trying to partake
Some sparkles of his splendour.
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