I am reduced to a virus now
A human virus
Which afflicts others
And spreads all across…
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
Biblio-link: https://sites.google.com/view/bibliography-dr-jernal-singh/home
VIRUS
I am an admixture of craft
Cunning and selfhood
Goodness is only a paste
Applied outside.
By and by as I grew
I lost the innocent glow
And it was displaced by
Killer instincts
Growing as a mind,
Shrinking in my heart
Dressed I am in a body
Which once was beautiful
My carcinomic thoughts
Have destroyed my heart
Affected my kidneys
And damaged my liver
I am reduced to a virus now
A human virus
Which afflicts others
And spreads all across.
Gods once told me how to treat
If a virus went out of proportion
It was to kill the body
And burn it away.
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MUSEUM
It is not easy to decide
Where a man lives.
In his mind
Or in his heart?
Mind is a tyrant
Which dictates the heart
And forbids it
From a hundred things
Mind erects walls
But heart which is molten matter
Overflows them
Into forbidden terrains
Mind and heart are always
At cross purposes
One applies the brakes
While the other presses the accelerator
Heart is our comfort zone
Where we museumise
Figurines of love
Which mind scoffs to think of.
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