Those who love are criminals
Of this sane world
Who operate clandestine
And indulge in the smuggling
Of emotions and values…
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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SMUGGLERS
What is common between
Love and crime?
A tragic end.
Is love a criminal activity?
Haven’t poets and sages
Held this passion aloft and declared it subliminal?
People tolerate bootleggers
And smugglers
Who rule this world
Not lovers
Who they allege,
Indulge in the trade of narcotics.
Society may or may not denounce
Its underworld dons
Corruption, deception,
Abductions, rapes, killings,
All illicit jobs
Except love
Are acceptable to this society
Those who indulged in the
Clandestine activity
Called love
Had to take shelter
In the darkness,
For the society is half-acceptant
And mostly resistant to the very idea.
I arraign Donne and Keats
And all those who declared
Love as a sacred passion.
Because history of humanity
Tells the tale
From the wrong end
Incriminating those who believe in love.
Those who love are criminals
Of this sane world
Who operate clandestine
And indulge in the smuggling
Of emotions and values
Which the society
Does not consider healthy for a happy society.
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PAIN
Pain is a dark sea
In which
Desires, hopes
And passions sail.
Life is a love
Which finding you
Depending on it
Forsakes you.
Pain cries through
Your bones
Though its lips
Remain sealed
There is only one way
To feel relief
Unload this pain
At undeserving shores.
There is no peace
For we don’t know
When life takes offence
And you lose your defence.
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HOLY DOMAIN
I take care of my pain
Nurture it with soft touches
And look at it
Again and again.
Preserve it
From all assaults of relief
Losing it can be
Such a grief
It is my prized property
The holy grain,
When fragrance takes flight
A flowers’ happy domain
Whenever I want happiness
I seek out pain
What a relief!
Thanks. Nothing to complain.
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