Truth: Partial and Impartial – Mystic Poetry from India

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Lies are our staple food.

We feel convulsions

When we occasionally turn to truth…

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   

truth_960x368TRUTH: PARTIAL AND IMPARTIAL

Lies are our staple food.

We feel convulsions

When we occasionally turn to truth

Those who encounter it

End up in hospitals,

Or on the pistoled pier,

If the dose of truth was higher.

 

Literature is the realm

Of the partial truth

Even history has no history

Of telling the impartial

Unqualified truth does not let us sleep

Try the balm of poetry 

Where the wounds are too deep.

 

Literature introduces us

To the best parts of humanity,

And history to the worst

Yet we love history

Though it always acts like a wamp

Tempts us with its perilous glory

Which bears the death’s stamp.

 

Our silence can make stones speak,

And also shut whirling tempests

Of verbal extravagance.

History is the warbling noise

Of the river of life

In its glorious as well as meanest flow

Poetry interprets and modifies the show.

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Hope-FaithHOPE AND FAITH

Hope sustains life

And it is hope

Which makes meat of a man,

Killing him bit by bit

Rather than dispatching him off once for all.

 

Hope is a path kept open

While all the doors

Are closed

Leading to despair

All around the earth and the firmament.

 

Hope tempts us into living

And keep on suffering

The tantrums of fate

Believing

All will be well one day.

 

Men who fail in their endeavors

Turn to Hope

To keep the masters

In good humor thinking

The mortals believe in their mercy.

 

Faith, rather than hope, is

A positive asset for man

Which does not leave things

To the will of gods

Rather put the responsibility on human action.

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