Dr. J S ANAND

J.S. ANAND

FLESH: A SEQUEL TO PARTITION

I am flesh

I know no death

I flow like the soul stuff

From man to man

And world to world;

Put me in touch with

Another flesh

I grow a lot of moss

And bleed

When parted from that;

They had to use weapons

To cut me into two

And had to erect

Pillars of electrified wires

To stop me from coming together

But I am flesh;

I can turn into feelings

And flow like Chenab;

They spilled blood

And injected it without poison

I turned a carcass

And left to count the dead:

But, I am flesh;

Cast in hope;

I have the boon to grow up again;

Come together:

And forget the pain.

SINSHIRE

We were made for each other;

We were mad for each other;

There was method in this madness;\

A craze in this sadness;

Loving and living together

Was a fun;

Who could believe

Of a mistake, or a sin?

A matchstick has now

Turned a wildfire;

What is burning, Adam

In this Sinshire?

He gets up a tall tree

And looks around;

A forest of desire

Is all on fire;;

They are our children, Adam

No, quips Adam

We are their children;

We are born of desire

We are fire: fire: fire;

THE LIGHT OF LOVE

A million roofs,

Spreading across the earth,

Wrapped in darkness,

Looked weird like shadows

except a few lamps

here and there;

signaling life

God descended to pay

His obesiance in those quarters

Aflame with the light of love;

All else was a desolate scene;

A hush and an eerie movement

People invisible in the dark

Looked shadows overlapping one another

It was a scene, straight off a cremation ground

at nights

where spirits moved with aimless feet;

and owls howl to herald

ominous  fates.

How many people

And how great was the spread!

Yet, how little was the light

In this spreading darkness!

His world was submerged

In darkness;

hearts like fused bulbs

alienated with love

lacked the natural rhythm.

And, God, despaired,

went back to His Holy mansions;

finding the light of love

missing from human habitation.

PARADOX

The whole

was a strange paradox;

No more than a pack of holes;

This body

was a porous phantasia

A truth which lived more in its myths;

The mind too

was a flowing channel

packed with awesome potentialities;

Nothing in this whole was

a mere existence;

the caves led down to weird tunnels;

Once inside,

the breath had to struggle

with a million inlets

overgrowing the bare bones

to come out of this phantasmagoria;

Only the mirror

was easily deceived;

and the depthless eye of the multitude;

But, I that could not see myself,

was in no doubt

I was not a single whole

I was only a pack of holes

running deeper insides

sand vaster into the blue Unknown.

MORTALITY

It is a promise;
to be together always;
and we shall always be;

i have seen these bodies
lose their borders
and flow into one another;

and i am witness to
the two minds acquiring a
uni-centric consciousness;

four eyes with one vision is
a chrisma, as fascinating and
beyond belief, as a celestial event;

deep within your bones
and mine, dwells a hope to lose
the coverings and turn one;

this world might be an illusion
but the greater illusion is for the world
to find us two; while we are one;

the wisdom that came to this world
missed its mark, and left us unaffected
to unread all that is written in scriptures

my Gita is written in your eyes,
and my Vedas in your innocent hymns;
i am a hermitage, in which dwells a Rishi, called Love.

Listen to the commands of love,
and let us turn immortal
while loving our mortality to the core;

DR J.S. ANAND

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