JERNAIL S ANAND
The Neo Marginalised
Minoroties
There were fantasies
pure,
A mind given to
dreams
A world which
entertained them.
Where is that world
now?
Cares were standing
like the great warriors
Encircling Abhimanyu*
Who had broken
into the chakraviyu of life,
But did not know how
to break out of it.
It was the result of
the little knowledge
Which proved
dangerous, as it armed him
with dare to
challenge
But not the wit to
defeat the powers.
At last the armed
gang of cares broke in upon the fantasies, and one by one
they were reduced to
a minority
And then exiled.
The most endangeered
species are fantasies
Which like trees have
lost their primary
Importance.
The jungle of
buildings has displaced
The trees to
sanctuaries
Where a few plants and
trees
Have free time to
discuss the harrowing times
That are coming upon them.
They look at people
who come and sit under their shade
They have money but
no joy.
Their minds are
filled with fast trash.
They have no passion
for life
They are after money.
Some birds listen to
the babble
And nod their heads
in agreement.
Reminded of their
falling numbers
Declared extinct and
confined in cages
In menageries.
The marginalized
trees who have been reduced to a minority
Still try to wash the
dirt linen of humanity
And make the planet
look fresh
And loveable.
Not its thankless,
headless, men
Who still call
themselves human.
Being human is now a
swear word
In our parlance,
Say the trees, the
birds and waters
Burying their heads in despair.
*Abhimanyu was a
great hero of Mahabhartha who broke into Daronacharya's Chakraviyu but did not
know how to get out of it. He was encircled by great warriors who pounced upon
him together , and he was martyred. He was Arjun's son, the hero of Mahabharat,
to whom Lord Krishna had recited the divine song The Gita.
Master Of Trivialities
Life was not easy.
Nothing came by
itself.
I needed some things
to keep alive,
And then heave a sigh
of relief.
But I went on
gathering this after that,
I have so much so
many can live on.
But is living only
keeping alive?
When my wits are
assembled,
Body fed,
And essential
vitamins supplied,
I feel there is some
ethereal spectrum
waiting for me.
The time I had I
wasted in gathering
immaterials,
and had no time for
myself.
In my mind, I had
some dreams.
Some beautiful
thoughts.
I take them out from
under the debris
And find them soiled
and lost to shape.
I will come again. I
tell my frame.
Which does not wait.
Collapses in the
absence of the actor.
Returns to the earth
faster than it had arrived.
I am in search of my
frame.
Oh....Gods tell me.
It has gone back to earth.
My bones flowed away
in the Ganga.
Here is another can.
I come contained in
another urn.
From Aladdin's lamp
emerges a new Jin,
A shadow emerges from
the background of light
Head filled with
follies. Revelling in its villainies.
The Master of
Trivialities.
Fire
Fire which was
sleeping, had a dream. It saw a huge crowd following a very big man.
"Big? Ten
feet?"
"No very
important" was the whisper.
A big business
corporate.
A multi billionaire.
The fire felt happy.
It will be great to
meet a billionaire.
Fire heard the people
shout.
It leapt its head
from out of the match stick.
It was a pyre like
pyres.
Just six feet.
And they poured some
smelling liquid.
Now they are chanting
'mantras'.
Then then someone
knocked in my head.
I woke up from my
dream.
And lo, I was
invited.
A rustle and I was
ignited.
They set me on one
side of the pyre.
He is a billionaire.
I had a bee in my
head.
And I started searching
his body.
I went inside.
I went outside.
Everywhere inside and
out.
There was no pocket
on the body.
No corner where
millions were stacked.
Give me the password
of your swiss accounts.
I took a lot of time
torturing him in his head.
But he was dead.
All that he had made
Lay buried in silence
and parting poverty.
Millions now did not
stay.
And inside an hour, I
turned him to eternity.
My mortal lesson, for
the day.
Millions don't go
beyond the clay
JERNAIL SINGH ANAND
Dr JERNAIL SINGH ANAND is an internationally
acknowledged Indian poet, philosopher, spiritualist and scholar. Hailing from
Longowal, [Punjab, India], [b. 1955], he
acquired his Ph.D degree from Panjab University, Chandigarh, and was honoured
with D.Litt. degree by Univ. of South America.
He has to his credit more than 60 books of English poetry, prose,
fiction, nonfiction and spirituality. He has innovated the theory of
BIOTEXT(along with Iranian scholar Dr Roghayeh Farsi) and CLOUD SYNDROME in Critical
theory and is a refereed author. His mini-epic 'Geet: The Song Eternal', a
sequel to Milton's 'Paradise Lost' ,
earned rave previews which is running into 2nd edition Geet: THE Unsung
Song of Eternity. His major writings include The Ganterbury Tales, a modern
sequel to the great Canterbury Tales, 'The Satanic Empire )' (an epic) a sequel
to Dante's 'The Divine Comedy', followed by verse anthologies like 'Fighting
the Flames' and 'Voices from the Void'.
'The Barbed Wire' (a novel) and 'Facing It' (poetry) are coming up. His works
of spirituality 'Bliss:The Ultimate Magic' and 'I Belong to You' have been
translated into Persian and published in Iran.
Bliss has been compared with
Khalil Gibran's 'The Prophet' and his work of poetry, 'Beyond Life Beyond
Death' to T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland'. Vishwabharati Res. Centre has brought
out a Companion on Dr J.S. Anand’s work. He has been Secretary General of World
Parliament of Literature and Ambassador, World Union of Poets, and Founder
President, Philosophique Poetica. Dr. Anand has been honoured with various
awards: such as Lord of World Peace and Literature, Award of Supreme Excellence
[Vishwabharati], Cross of Peace, Cross of Literature, [World Union of Poets
Italy], World Icon of Peace [Nigeria], Dr. Mohinder Singh Randhawa Award for
Promotion of Art and Culture, Art4Peace Foundation California, Lifetime
Achievement Award, World Laureate of Literature, Lifetime Achievement Award by
Literati Cosmos Council, Mathura, and most recently African International
Poetry Award.(wikipedia) .
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