A Glympse – Dr Jernail S. Aanand

all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait! _Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
Dr Jernail. S Aanand, a philosopher a writer a poet… a great man, whose silhouette is inscribed with the wind; roams upon space filling it with his mundane gestures, echoes, traditions and intentions… establishing a footprint a trend a fashion of love…
our poet Jernail S Aanand employs his feverish language of love, an emphatic form of ink splashes setting a reader, to dream- i’d like to evoke emote dramatise one of his love poems:
 
 
 
CRAVING FOR DEATH
 
Whenever I talk of death
My dear!
Tears flood thy being
And you remind of thy ultimate wish
To be borne along my shoulders
To the final resting place. #1
 
Remember my dear,
When I shall cease to be
And before I shut these shutters bright
Cover my vision
With visions thine
Spread thy sweet face
Across the horizon
Let my failing eyes
Look and look into thine. #2
 
When I am gone
Let me carry
On a journey forlorn
A caravan, a woman alone,
Two shining stars,
Two sweet-red petals of rose,
Some scent of thy breath
And the balm of your touch..
Let me carry on that fearful sojourn. #3
 
When I look at you
I see your sweet face
I see your lovely eyes
I see love sprinkled on our lips
But along with you I see
Walls, bricks, roofs, floors,
Men and women too,
Which interest me for you are there too. #4
 
But when I close my shutters
No bricks build any walls,
No people around to be avoided,
No taboos to be respected
Yes, when I shut my eyes,
All around I see
You You and Nothing but You. #5
 
That is what makes me think of Death.
Which alone could ensure
Thy company eternal.
 
 
Fear not, it will not divided us.
Life has, but it will not.
We shall be born again,
Two rose-petals in a flower somewhere.
Come, don’t feel,
It is not los.
It is gain eternal. #6
 
Let me put my head in thy lap
Clasp me in your arms
And cast thy cascading hair around my eyes
And let me look look and look
At thy face, thy eyes, thy soul, O Dear.! #7
 
A love poem written in 2001.. from his book Beyond Life Beyond Death; a sombre book, whose atmosphere is dark, and postmodern; compared with TS Eliot’s The Wasteland.
 
 
 
Whenever I talk of death
 
My dear!
Tears flood thy being
And you remind of thy ultimate wish
To be borne along my shoulders
To the final resting place.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
a sentiment the amorous lover would again, again and again mimique… like a paean, imagining a twin river of pain and joy… an exalted hallucination; the cascading tresses of his beloved being flown by the violent wind, slowly losing sight of her shadow!
“Nooooooo,” he shouts, “you will never leave me.” Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
Remember my dear,
When I shall cease to be
And before I shut these shutters bright
Cover my vision
With visions thine
Spread thy sweet face
Across the horizon
Let my failing eyes
Look and look into thine.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
the lover, his cronos: shaping figuring painting love gestures… begging his beloved those flowerettes droplets of love…
when all the autumn leaves would have vanished
when all are but cracked pavements
when all canals are in its inert draught
when the rivers and the seas are motionless
when the wind would be motionless
ahhhhhhhhh… my blindness
would then, be screened by your loveliness!
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
When I am gone
 
Let me carry
On a journey forlorn
A caravan, a woman alone,
Two shining stars,
Two sweet-red petals of rose,
Some scent of thy breath
And the balm of your touch..
Let me carry on that fearful sojourn.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
the lover speaks of his departure, acknowledging the unbearable the uncertainty of season but the certainty of sunset:
on my way
my heart will be clothed by your image
the fresh glint of your stares
dangling brilliance of your earrings
the sweet scent of jazmin
and the moist of your lips undried
your warmth shall enclose my soul.
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
When I look at you
 
I see your sweet face
I see your lovely eyes
I see love sprinkled on our lips
But along with you I see
Walls, bricks, roofs, floors,
Men and women too,
Which interest me for you are there too.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
the lover would not stop his sensuous ellipses, the endless lubrication of his gaze amidst his domain, his created puzzle, his Mt. Everest devotion… his unbearable death.
you are my darling my love
the Taj Mahal of my demise
where you and i shall bind our kisses
our arms would be one
our souls shall dance our dance
sing our songs
around the panorama of eternity.
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
But when I close my shutters
 
No bricks build any walls,
No people around to be avoided,
No taboos to be respected
Yes, when I shut my eyes,
All around I see
You You and Nothing but You.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
the lover in his glabrous delirium
sees the glorious painting of perfection
no class age size wrinkles veins scandals
only the purity of beauty, his beloved possess
no dividing walls roofs no scoundrels
nothing nothing nothing
but the lapis-lazuli gown
of the only woman he adores.
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
That is what makes me think of Death.
 
Which alone could ensure
Thy company eternal.
Fear not, it will not divided us.
Life has, but it will not.
We shall be born again,
Two rose-petals in a flower somewhere.
Come, don’t feel,
It is not lost
It is gain eternal.
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
the lover imagines his cessation of movement, the immobilisation of the normal course, this very suspension of all actions, produce the phantasmagoria of a vision unknown.
the rhythmic chimes
of your dangling earring
shall guide my lost vision
until we blend
into each others soul
from its embalmed gesture
never to be disturbed intimidated saddled.
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
Let me put my head in thy lap
Clasp me in your arms
And cast thy cascading hair around my eyes
And let me look look and look
At thy face, thy eyes, thy soul, O Dear.! #7
 
[JS Aanand]
 
 
the amorous lover would again, again and again mimique… like a paean, imagining the choral hymn of joy… exalted to the highest; the cascading tresses of his beloved, the soft wind tussle its strands to a ringlet while golden glint highlights her fragile face.
and we shall waltz our song
while i clasp you waist
to the tone of mandolin
until we reach
the cul de sac of clouds.
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017 – END-
 
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2 thoughts on “A Glympse – Dr Jernail S. Aanand

  1. Reblogged this on ricmmblog and commented:
    Un GRANDISSIMO ONORE conoscerla e poter avere il piacere e la gioia di leggerla,GRANDISSIMO MAESTRO. COMPLIMENTI per le sue opere dolci, mistiche e piene d’amore che adoro.

  2. Caro dr.Jernail, è per me un GRANDISSIMO ONORE poterla leggere e inebriarmi al suono di versi così dolci e piacevoli, fiorieri di riflessioni profonde e uniche. La ringrazio dell’onore che mi fa ogni volta che mi invita a leggerla, per me lei è una FONTE INESAURIBILE di maestria e competenza poetica e letteraria e mai mi stancherei di bere alla fonte dei suoi versi ricchi di contenuti inesauribili.

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