A Glympse – Dr. Jernail S. Aanand

my thoughts, the substance of my mind and the essence of my soul… a key to my inner being are to be spelled painted sculpted in all these series of self-discourses i would be composing_ my joy my pain which is to be defined by nothing else but how love affects me, whether at work or in a relationship… my spiritual level of fulness, which fluctuates at the constant changes of my floating “space and time”, some philosophical level of consciousness, represented and coined by a word, defined to my own personal point of view! Maelan Koi Sydney 2017
 
Dr. Jernail S. Aanand, a 21st century living poet/philosopher in his contemplative moment…his soul, the wide angle lens of his existence, captures his many splendored words, the meaning of man; the pains sufferings regrets helplessness joys mysteries retributions! We Honour You Dear Poet!
 
 
“When pretensions are off… And man turns natural in his bearing Closer he is to his being…” anand
 
 
 
Dr Jernail Singh Aanand, [India b. 1955], an internationally acclaimed poet, author, scholar, philosopher and spiritualist, with more than 35 books of English poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction and spirituality, to his credit was recently honoured with CROSS FOR PEACE for his Lifetime Achievement in the field of Poetry and Peace by World Union of Poets, Italy.
 
Dr. J. Aanand is an INNOVATOR in the field of CRITICAL THEORY:
He has evolved the theory of BIOTEXT which has altered held positions with Deleuze and Bakhtin. This theory, developed by Dr. Roghayeh Farsi, Univ. of Neyshabur, Iran, in her book J.S. ANAND’S THOERY OF BIOTEXT AND CRITICAL PERSPECTIVES ON HIS POETIC AND SPIRITUAL CREED, is based on his book of critical essays entitled ‘CREATIVE CONSCOIUSNESS’ .
 
Dr. Anand’s book of spirituality BLISS, which has found comparison with Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’, and recognized for its healing qualities as a spiritual text, has been translated into Persian by Prof. Nargues Mohammadi from Univ. of Mashad, Iran.
 
 
Aanand’s poetical work ‘Beyond Life Beyond Death’ was compared with T.S. Eliot’s great work ‘The Wasteland’.
 
Keeping in view his multi-dimensional work in Poetry, Peace and Spirituality, Dr. Aanand was recently elevated as AMBASSADOR to the World Union of Poets, Italy.
 
Dr. Aanand is also Chairperson of World Foundation for Peace, and Writers International Foundation.
[anandjs55@yahoo.com][www.drjsanand.com.]
 
Jernail Anand’s series of writings overwhelmingly reflects his sentiments about his country, India, its leaderships, education of the youth, politics, environment, gender equality, international human duties, social inertia, the Indian dream, are but some of his pointers… where what how why whichever he finds himself be, has a significant chain of reaction to the whole world of humanities…
 
 
 
a man of excessive wits
a strong lighted flames
the stronger he becomes
the more he bends
ahhhhhhhhh…
simply i admire him
as many do
strength and humility!
 
THE LOVERS
 
He loved me
as I stood outside him
and wanted to colonize me
Body mind and soul
wanted his empire
over my everywhere
He wanted me to be like a shirt
which matches with his sinews
and a pleasant dream
which melts in his bed every night
and morning again
rises to its height
 
I was made for him; a truth
He was made for me; A half truth
He wanted me
for his bed for his kids
and for the moments
When the days light steals away
The cares of man
 
I once just said, “I think”
His eyes transfixed at me
it was a heresy in the holy domains of love
Mind..? The lady…?
And it spoiled the show
 
Now I do not melt in his bed
A thinking body…?
A scheming soul…?
Once he accused me
The world now appears to be torn
into two
and we are not two but too many;
 
 
 
“flayed” skinned / feathered / stripped
 
earthy life… i.e. the human life existence on earth, which is the beloved, in one of the dilly-dallying moment… a moment when the feeling of vulnerability renders uncertainties, anxieties doubts on its existence, silently converses with the lover, God, the most powerful force, humans ever known…….
 
 
“The Lovers”
 
He loved me
as I stood outside him
and wanted to colonize me
Body mind and soul
wanted his empire
over my everywhere
He wanted me to be like a shirt
which matches with his sinews
and a pleasant dream
which melts in his bed every night
and morning again
rises to its height. #1 Aanand
 
 
my love pours from hair to toes… endless!
i am obsessed… i wish to possess
your eyes your lips your look
your embraces; that leave lingering scarlet roses scents…
infecting my skin
it goes deep to my bone
ahhhhhhhhh…
even my pillows my linen
secretes sweats; turn into mists
and silhouette your presence”
 
#1 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
I was made for him; a truth
He was made for me; A half truth
He wanted me
for his bed for his kids
and for the moments
When the days light steals away
The cares of man #2 Aanand
you are my heart,
the love part of me
a mirror a zerox a copy a shadow
love that has no beginning no end
i trust you as i trust me
i am your burning torch
shining beyond darkness
 
#2 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
I once just said, “I think”
His eyes transfixed at me
it was a heresy in the holy domains of love
Mind..? The lady…?
And it spoiled the show #3 Aanand
 
i look at you as a rock floating in brilliance
in the midst of the ocean
cuddle by giant waves
hail you with a crown.
your mossed hardness in emerald green
robs stains my skin
leaves a greasy sweetness.
 
#3 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
Now I do not melt in his bed
A thinking body…?
A scheming soul…?
Once he accused me
The world now appears to be torn
into two
and we are not two but too many;
Broken apart
From the seemingly single whole #4 Aanand
 
ahhhhhhhhh…
my greasy skin burns as burning bushes
it’s fiery flame like lightning
it strikes it disappears
but soon after
a smiling sunlight peeps
my lapis lazuli will flow its pollens
showering the dainty blue tiles
 
#4 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
the beloved, recalls what the lover has been saying, goes pissed, in effect, like pointing a finger on the lover, “why why… where are you… is that love”?
 
 
WHOM TO TURN TO
 
Are you the same god
who supervised the great war of Troy?
And the same helpless god
who could not avert
tragedies as the Titan
 
How drained of meaning
are the words like
omniscient, omnipresent
and ever kind
Buddha
renounced Kapilvastu
to know
why if you were so powerful
you could not do anything
For the suffering;
and if you were kind
how could you tolerate
such misery?
 
Even today
the questions stay;
and people find you in mortal decay;
You are trapped and locked in holy books
from where
you never venture out
to see your own people
turned bastards
 
They wear your masks
but serve the devil;
and you look at their devilish deeds
with helpless eyes
 
I wonder if this is your world;
you did create it
but now,
the fallen angel rises with every morn
and has his sway
while you are kept consigned
in a prison,
devised by your fans AAHAAHAHAAH..
 
here the beloved imagines an echo of consolation, by reflecting a corresponding reply from the lover, which defines humans as a rational beings, an intelligible being … ready to find solutions on whatever problems he might encounter.
 
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
“WHOM TO TURN TO”
 
Are you the same god
who supervised the great war of Troy?
And the same helpless god
who could not avert
tragedies as the Titan #5 Aanand
 
 
don’t act like a son
neither as a father
my heart your heart are one
beats as one
if i ache if i pain if i cry
your tears will be like acid
pouring on my skin.
 
#5 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
How drained of meaning
are the words like
omniscient, omnipresent
and ever kind
Buddha
renounced Kapilvastu
to know
why if you were so powerful
you could not do anything
For the suffering;
and if you were kind
how could you tolerate
 
such misery? #6 Aanand
 
 
honey, your eyes are wide-open waiting
but
your mind sleeps… drunk
i am passing by… wait, watch me come
so i can hold you close to my arms!
 
#6 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
Even today
the questions stay;
and people find you in mortal decay;
You are trapped and locked in holy books
from where
you never venture out
to see your own people
 
turned bastards #7 Aanand
 
 
 
darling, your coloured nails well manicured
red red red… flaming red
flex in grace my darling
tone in to Bali Hai
where the rainbow curves to dance
in whistling surrender.
 
#7 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
They wear your masks
but serve the devil;
and you look at their devilish deeds
with helpless eyes
 
#8 Aanand
 
 
dark clouds splash blindness
run to the open sea,
cling your arms to freshness
hear the sea’s gentle song,
we adore You we adore You
our wildness our silence our gentleness
we love!!
 
#8 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
I wonder if this is your world;
you did create it
but now,
the fallen angel rises with every morn
and has his sway
while you are kept consigned
in a prison,
devised by your fans AAHAAHAHAAH
 
#9 Aanand
 
 
your whines your tantrums
echoing exaggerated whistle
ahhhhhhhhh…
strangely not death
come to my arms and hug me
soon we’ll be one… our wedding bell tolls!
 
#9Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
Anand above poems laments: advocating for his people:
“India has seen political power slipping into the hands of tyrants also; and the Indian psyche has suffered bruises, which even after centuries, speak up, when ever someone touches us hard.”
“Today, we see Indian people decked with high grade degrees; living in high rise buildings, dreaming hi-tech dreams.”
The loss of commitment, and the loss of values have triggered this mindless march of people towards the self.
“Wealth is the final arbiter of greatness and goodness in this society of go-getters.”
“The institutions have been hijacked and manipulated so that there is still the signboard of Democracy, while inside, the democratic ideal has been badly mauled.” Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
A Critical Analysis
by Cijo Joseph Chennelil
Director/Administrator. PHILOSOPHIQUE POÉTICA [De-Aanand]
 
The poem of Jernail Sir titled”The Lovers” is a poem that depicts the practice of love in a male dominated and patriarchal society.In such a society, the male love is egoistic, domineering and authoritative in an obvious fashion.Here in the poem, the concept of love is used over the beloved by the lover for domination, possession and destruction.The bodies of women are turned into war zones and battlefields in a society of male centric nature.The male lover in the poem considers the beloved one’s body as an object to fulfil his carnal desires and lusty inclinations.The body of the beloved is colonised and maximum benefits extracted from it by the wayward lover.Here in the poem, the female figure encounters gender discrimination from a male dominated society in a stark manner.The male lover exploits the beloved and after the optimum utilisation of available resources, she is left high and dry and to her own devices to fend for herself.The love here in the poem is effected by the male lover under the cloud of duress, threat and intimidation.At the end of the poem, the lady lover doesn’t give up, she throws out the monkey on her back and stands up for herself.The ownership attitude shown by the male lover on the beloved is shown the door.At the end of it all, the male psyche is banished and the beloved one truly takes over the reigns of power.The two souls who should live under one roof in an atmosphere of love are ripped apart and live a life of poles apart sort of nature.Yes when love is institutionalised, this is exactly the result, that we come across in this world.Kudos to you Jernail Sir for composing such a poem of meaningful nature about real love prevalent in this world. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil All Copyrights Reserved@ On 20th June 2017.
 
 
A Note
by ade caparas manilah a.k.a. Maelan Koia Sydney 2107
Co- Founder PHILOSOPHIQUE POÉTICA [De-Aanand]
 
Aanand’s scholastic literary gifts, his political and religious beliefs, his unperturbed family devotions… banner patience perseverance and balance approaches in life… in rhythm with the noises of time and the silence of silent. Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
-END- 21 june 2017 sydney nsw australia
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