My adept psychiatric father, may he rest in peace, taught me how to give injections since I was a child, not realizing then that I would benefit the most from it, both physically and mentally.
He used to tell me that the human brain can only perceive
Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and
I love you today as the wave loves its shore,
And as the river loves its estuary.
I love you now, and I hear your voice coming,
It takes me in its hands,
And it elevates me,
Towards a space where Fairuzian songs are written,
And it
Suddenly I wondered...
"What's the difference between journalism and electronic committees?!"
I don't know why this question suddenly occurred to me!!
In recent years, the confusion has been disturbing and chaotic amid the
For expatriation from the homeland, there are endless hopes and aspirations that do not stop at its geographical borders, and these hopes do not recognize the long distances that the expatriate travels away from his homeland, imagining deep within
Only ten percent of our life and time is ours
We are absorbed in people we love or hate
We are possessed by passions
Of love and jealousy.
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poems
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, based in Chandigarh, is an Indian poet and scholar credited with 170 plus books of English literature, philosophy and
