The generation which believed
In the folk lore,
Has been laid by
And the new that has taken over
Believes in Fake Lore
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 FAKE LORE
The generation which believed
In the folk lore,
Has been laid by
And the new that has taken over
Believes in Fake Lore
Imagination which filled
Young minds with awe and beauty
And the charms of the known
And the unknown
Has been displaced by
Amazination.
The new world that is opening up
To you now is full of fuck lore
Intelligence goes for a spin,
Taken over by Antelligence
And excellence
Falls to axcesselence .
Just write you want to imagine
A home,
It is there with a lady
A few kids and a man
Everything is so nice,
So clean, so quick
What if it does not have life?
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THE COSMIC MIX UP
The earth has a great sense of
Its denizens
Just as we look at snails
With indifference,
We do not intend to kill them,
Just let them crawl to their will
Do gods look at us
With dismissible attentions?
Earth does not mind
If one comes to it bound in a bed
Or supplied by the waves
Just a few tangle-less bones.
Ashes the waters know
Where to deposit
And how,
Without making much fuss.
Earth makes no specifications.
The grave in which a body is placed
May have the ashes of a person
Who was burnt and
Then flowed into the waters.
It is the cosmic mix up
Where divisive mess does not work
Rather, consciousnesses merge into one.
We were so glad to be different
We followed different gods and gospels
To the extent of fighting each other
Gods tell me, I fell down
In a fist fight of two religions,
But now, when the bodies are gone
We are only two consciousnesses, sitting close by.
In fact, I saw, gods do not encourage divisions.
A man who had streaked in with
An earthly touch,
And talked of colours,
Was thrown back into the fires of hell,
I saw him tumbling down and crying
God are kind but this kindness does not work
When people come to divide
The Kingdom of God and speak like Devils.
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