Poem by Dr Jernail Singh Anand

Dr Jernail Singh Anand is President of the International Academy of Ethics. He is author of 161 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, philosophy and spirituality. The Academy of Arts and Philosophical Sciences, Bari (Italy) honoured him with the prestigious position of Honorable Academic. He was awarded Charter of Morava, the great International Award in Creativity by Serbian Writers Association, Belgrade at the60th Belgrade International Writers Meeting (Oct 2023), and his name was engraved on the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. Recently, he was awarded Doctor of Philosophy (Honoris Causa)by the University of Engg and Management, Jaipur. His most phenomenal book is Lustus:The Prince of Darkness (first epic of the Mahkaal Trilogy).


Face is a great veil, 

Like the iron curtain, 

No one can look through, 

Nor peep in.

Mind is a pressure cooker under which 

The fires of passion rage  

It fumes in anger

And frets in  impatient craze 

We can see the hot porridge 

Drip from its sides

But no one knows 

What the whistles cook insides 

Shallow waves often spill out 

The beans, 

Not the deep waters 

Which absorb the confessions of passion 

Thank gods who gave me 

A murky face 

Even spring fails 

To light up its dark grace 

A thousand thoughts occur 

As many are of evil content 

A smile smokescreens 

The vilest intent.

I carry the worst of minds 

And vilest of desires 

And this iron curtain distracts

The heat of the raging fires.


Those who meet rarely 

Are often found to be fond of each other 

And they look keenly forward 

To enjoy the brief hours of union.

It is entirely a misplaced idea 

To leave this world,  in order to meet Him,  

Distance,  lest we should forget, 

Is the greatest promoter of love.

Marriage was conceived in folly.

Putting two people together 

For procreation is fine 

But for recreation? dangerous.

Marriage with God too can be disastrous 

After a year or too, 

Man may once again desire separation 

And God too may feel fed up .

The way things are, stand eternally justified 

Best to stay in a state of 

Suspended joy, 

Waiting for an orgasm eternally postponed.

Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator