Here the godly game goes haywire,

And tumbles into a meaningless march

Towards nothingness.

They create but confusions and live on illusions.

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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THE CREATOR OF CONFUSIONS

Life is a sacred gift to the living,

But it is not a free gift.

As soon we touch the ground,

The fictional turns to reality

But not without a price.

No doubt, gods make allowances for us.

They send air, sunlight, atmosphere

All free of cost.

Anyone who is born to the earth,

Finds these things aplenty, without any cost.

But life needs something beyond these.

Everything that exists,

Has a stomach,

Which binds it to the earth,

And earth does not believe in free ships.

You have to work so that you get

Something to eat.

Even trees have to transform

Carbon dioxide into Oxygen,

And feed the flocks with fruit.

Animals too earn their living,

By being available for milk,

For carrying loads,

And, finally,

Being food to men.

I have seen even butterflies,

Squirrels, rats, cats, dogs.

Who is there that does not work

For his stomach?

They are all on sacred duty.

Every object of nature is so designed

In order to be alive,

They have to pay,

And mode of this price is

Being available to support life systems.

Which life system men support?

Here the godly game goes haywire,

And tumbles into a meaningless march

Towards nothingness.

They create but confusions and live on illusions.

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ARTISTIC WORLD OF BEAUTY

This is a world of the visible

And visibility has more to do

With how you look

Rather than what you are

Which is no consideration in fact.

Beauty is the art of the ‘made up’

Perhaps in themselves

Things are not beautiful

That is why

We spend hours ‘making’ our faces up

To make things look beautiful

We engage tailors, beauticians,

And hair dressers

Is it that we lack beauty

And only aids come to our help?

Marriage is an all ‘look’ festival

How much time and money is spent

On the bridal build up

Sweet words, arty style,

Decoration of body and mind.

What things originally are

No doubt it doth matter

But it is the subject of private discourse only

In public we need a tailor

And a hair dresser.

After all we have to appear good

Not only in how we look

But also in our affectations

There is no necessity to be good

So long as you can pass for a gentleman…

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Read: The Den of Vices – Mystic Poetry from India

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