The Mystery – Mystic Poetry from India

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Mystery

Life is a series of episodes

Not a whole,

Broken and tumbled

Upside down.   

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry

Jernail Singh Anand-Sindh CourierDr. 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

Biblio-link: https://sites.google.com/view/bibliography-dr-jernal-singh/home       

mystery (1)THE MYSTERY

Life is a series of episodes

Not a whole,

Broken and tumbled

Upside down.  

 

So is joy, an amalgam of

Happiness and pain

Only one season

Cannot for long sustain!

 

In joy, we think of torturous times

In winter fog, the sunny days

Why is it an all-time craze

Youth and its funny ways?

 

Life is a broken narrative

In final analysis, a mystery

Fools have established labs

To study its chemistry.

 

Inscrutable like gods

Is this blessing divine

The innocentia enjoy this bliss

While the ignorantia pine.

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Indian Dhaba

FIGHT-O-FOOD CORNER

(Can you laugh a bit?)

There were times when wise parents

Forbade their kids

From eating anything from outside

Because of its formulation

Which was done with a resistant mind

 

Everything that was poured into

The dishes made in hotels

And outside eateries

Was meant only to create taste

At the cost of health

 

Even vegetables which people have rejected

Find their way in a wholesale deal

Into the hotels

Where they are cooked with spices,

And served with smiles

 

How long can one eat the sugary stuff

Of the outside ‘dhabas’?

Now dhabas have got wheels.

You don’t need go anywhere

They will bring the ultimate taste in.

 

Now, I have seen people fall ill,

By eating food at home

Or no food at home

At the Fight-O-Food corner at home

Fondly called kitchen.

 

The food cooked here lacks

The most important ingredient diet

Which makes it worse than

The food we get at

Love-Each-&-Everyone food joints.

 

The missing element is the

Wish to cook, and the Joy to serve

Both of which are in great supply

On the roadside dhabas

And which are absent

From the Fight -O-Food Corner.

PS

Pehle aap, Pehle Aap

I prefer you over me

Is good every where

Except in the kitchen. Pardon.

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