And my white clothes, and decent words
Discourage pruning eyes
To ever think I am the den of vices.
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 DEN OF VICES
The high priests of the dark empire
Start their worship when the night rises
And the sun falls.
The lusty grandeur of the night
Is attended by a thousand rites
To celebrate Mammon
The market of pleasures is in full swing
When rioters gather in
Sacred bars and enjoy with bar girls
Pistols, swords, goons come out fearless
And are seen walking the streets
Killing their targets
The night anoints the kings of crime
Whom the day can’t discover
Nor men who believe in the law
All the indecent work which good people hate
Is carried out at night
Protected from the glare of the day
In my mind, I find, thousands of thoughts
Walking the streets of crime
Carrying swords, blood and lust
Mind is a dark cavern protected from light
Which provides protection
To these dark horses
I find in my mind smugglers and contraband
Doing brisk business
Free from the fear of law
Law comes into action and will incriminate me
Only when I let these holy rites
Come to the fore.
My eyes, and my mouth stop
These killer commands
From tumbling out
And my white clothes, and decent words
Discourage pruning eyes
To ever think I am the den of vices.
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WISHING IT AWAY
What stands between a living man
And a dead body
Are a few wishes
Kill them
And it sets you free
From all anxieties.
All the beauty all charms
All joys are subordinate
To those passions
When gone,
They leave you
In ruins
I lived for so long
Salute to those loves and hatreds
Which kept up the ante
And I saw this
Wonderful world
Of yours and mine
I try to find in this body
If there are still
Some passions left
So that I could ask the days
To stay with me
And suffer a lil longer.
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