I cannot stand fanaticism of any shade or any kind. On September the eleventh, I just finished writing my  poem ‘Cosmic Gestations’ when at about 2 pm, my wife Jaslin asked me to watch the TV. Towers were  burning and I was shaking with anger, sadness and shame. I was crying and crying… Early next morning I wrote ‘Invincible Spirit’ and went to US Embassy to sign the Book of Condolence and handed over the poem to the Embassy people.

I wrote these poems under extreme anguish, feeling of anger and excruciating pain. I feel that Morpheus   must have induced a morose kind of trance. I call it ‘Morrotic Trance. It took some time for ‘it’ to die out. It died out with poem ‘Dust to Dust’. These poems are not against anyone but the terrorists of all kinds and creeds.

I want my poems on New York terror to be read by maximum numbers of fellow Americans. They should know that they were not alone in their terrible hour of tragedy and Spiritual need. We too suffered equally and more and are their comrades in pain and anguish-- Jetty Singh

COSMIC GESTATION

INVINCIBLE SPIRIT

ANGELS OF THE TOWERING HEIGHTS

TRUE WARRIORS

GODLESS ACTS OF TREASON

THE ENEMY

TRUE JEHAD

DUST TO DUST

YELLOW PATCH

CULTURAL REVOLUTION


COSMIC GESTATION

What eyes see    It certainly isn’t
What “I” see    Is absolutely different
Upside Down Image Reflection
Instant Reflexive Corrective Corrections

Pulsating Camera obscura
WONDOROUS LORD’S
Bounteous Plethora

Protons
Positively charged Positively Stable
Neutrons
Stable within the Nucleus Nucleons
‘In Freedom’
Negative Decadent    Furiously Fatal

Billion Galaxies    Yond Beyond
Fissile Atoms    Yore Aeons
Nucleons Electrons    Quarks Gluons
Wondrous Rainbows
ETERNAL BEATIFIC DAWN


ETERNAL COSMIC GESTATION

GOD
OUR MASTER’S
WONDROUS CREATION
Perfect Precise Elaboration

PROVIDER’S PROVISION
Planned Illusory Vision

MASTER
Provided Light
For us to Reflect Realize
To sustain our life
To sort out What we see
Wrongful Wicked    Righteous Right
We see naught the mountain    Or it’s height
But
Mere reflected light
Lest we grope in darkness
Gave us Eyes Mind’s Sight
Gave us naught one
But two Lamps    Yond and nigh
The Moon and The Sun
One for the day    One for the night

Sun the burning star
Hundreds time larger
Hundreds time afar
So that we don’t get burnt
Torched or Scorched
Or
In anyway bear the Brunt
Only get The Light
For our Sight
And
For our Life
From The Furious Exploding Star
Placed Millions Miles Apart

And
The Moon
Reflection Bright so dear
Hundreds time smaller
Placed it so thus near

Illusionary Play or Illusory Game
Or
Is it purely our Gain
This Sunset and Sunrise
Their Movement and Their Size
The Perspective and Surprise
These Celestial Games
Providing Unending Mirth
And Joyous Swoon
From Our Earth
Circumferences look the same
Of
The Sun and The Moon
The said Joyous Swoon
Our Sun     Our Moon


INVINCIBLE SPIRIT

All humans are equal
Some behave like beasts
Though people are aflame
Couldn’t care in the least
First burn them
Then dance applaud and feast

Since beasts can’t build or create
They go to New York to destroy devastate
Torching humanity
Ditching sanity

Soulless Unholy Bloodlust Curdling

Towers are burning
Thousands miles away
Millions heart churning
Cold-blooded    Satanic    Fire-breathing spray
One-sided    Misguided    Lopsided fray

Every pore    Of mine   From the core
Is Weeping    Crying
People are ablaze in New York
In London I am dying
But
I rise and pray
To
ALMIGHTY
To forgive me for my anger    For my hateful display
Forgive monomaniac’s brutal frenzy
Their barbaric credendum    Dogmatic tragic play
Their Funeral Pyre of hatred
“Heavenly” mission “sacred”

Hear me hear me let me yell
No refuge for ye    This Planet    Heaven or Hell
Hear ye hear
Ye think
Muster all you mental stink
That by torching the towers
Ye conquer the World
Wrest the power
And
Ye think World shall cower

Desperate nutcases nutting nuttance *
No more bigotry theological uppance
For your
Aggrandizing self glorifying so-called nuances
World doesn’t give halfpenny or a twopence

Hear ye hear ye hear
Merchants of death gore and drugged high
Despite your venomous efforts to bring End nigh
Human Spirits Soar and Ascend
Higher and High
Instead of One Hundred and Ten
WORLD TOWERS
Shall now rise
To
HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE

* Madness (Derived from nutcase)


A heartfelt tribute to American people their courage, true grit and their unconquerable spirit; their country and their brave, courageous and straightforward President George W. Bush, who was crying in Washington, I was crying with him in London.

Jetty Singh
Comrade in pain and anguish.

Dedicated to American people and their President George W. Bush.
On 13.09.2001 at U.S. Embassy, London (UK)

George W. Bush Jr.

ANGELS OF THE TOWERING HEIGHTS

September The Eleventh’s Night
Towering Carnage    Fiendish Nigh
My heart leapt out of my body    Soul melted in Flight
To face MY MASTER    To ask millions why’s
i saw in The Burst of Light Angels of The Towering Heights
Basking in Love Divine    In State Beatified
My questions went asunder    In Divine Effulgent Tide

i bowed down humbly and supplicating asked

“MASTER”
Where we come from    We are different    All Sixes and Sevens
But these Angels look the same
Down There    We Hear    British    Indians    Finnish    Americans
Divisive    Different    Names

“MASTER”
Said i

My tongue i have lost    But last question may i ask
Where are those humans    of the ‘Heavenly Missions’    ‘Sacred Holy’ tasks

MASTER SPAKE

Those were not humans but beasts    Were wearing human masks
For those beasts    No room    Here or any other Space
Four legged beasts eat grass    Give milk    Ambrosia
Two legged beasts terrorise    Give tears    Salient phobias

I
Gave you all    A volitional will    A free thinking mind    To Learn and Earn    To Love and Unite
Sent down    The Prophets    Various places    From Time to Time
To flush out The Dross    Recharge your Minds
To spread my Message    Love Respect Tolerance    End All Strife
Ignorant souls volatiles    Will collide and connive    Ignite destruction blazing sites
But
No Fear    No Anger    Chin Up    No Slight This is how some humans evolve    ‘Learn’    ‘yearn’    ‘deploy’

Their pitiable “Sacred”    Ploy

Create Destroy    Sing and Cry    Experience Pain and Joy
My Teaching Aids For them For you
Up to humans    To take or not to take the Cue
THAT
All Nations    All Languages    All Religions are equal All Mine
Sent Down Religions    Languages    Prophets    To Serve ME    By Serving Humankind

And Remember
Human who Swears by ME    Kill naught any human
Impose naught his way    Nor Encroach on others    Except only a daemon

Holy Naught The Killing    Neither Holy War
War a necessary evil    Root out ruddy evils
Suppression Oppression Tyranny    Wherever Far Afar
BUT
Avenge Naught    Compassion Mercy Content    Revenge Naught
Forgive and Forget
YET
Be Humble    Be Firm Be Ever on Your Guard    Cautious Awake Agog
Let this World’s Conscience Jog
Dogmatic    Flaming Neros
When beasts go astray    Foaming Burning Wroth
The Blazing Ground Zero
Blazing Land of Nod
Sadly Wisely Quietly    With very heavy heart
Got to put them down those raving mad dogs


TRUE WARRIORS

These Days
Martyrs grow out of slaughter
Kill Desecrate Desolate
Then hope
After the Massacre
To sail through Heaven’s Gate

Martyr is him    Slew Bias Bigotry Hate
Gives up his life Strangers    To purely Save

Like Knights of New York
No Shining Armour
Except the Fire Tenders
Ardent Tender Ardour
And
Very Tender Hearts
Those Warriors of New York

When Towers were burning
Humans hurling down
People rushing out     They were rushing in
Without FEAR Without FROWN

Those Warriors of New York
Saving All Human Lives
Are you Muslim    Are you Christian Or a Jew    Never Ask
True Warriors    True Martyrs    Truer Holier Task

Foundation of Religion
Live
Mercy Love Compassion
‘Forgiveness’    What ye give
Naught Killings    Rampant Violence
Revenges Continuum Trap
Remove that Foundation    Religion will Collapse
Killers lack The Mercy    Sadly    Killers Take the Rap
That’s why Terrorists have no religion
Attack innocent civilians
Lowly Sunk    Morally Defunct    Lowest Human’s Crap
Delirious    Demagogic Marauding Simians

British Sikhs    Indian Sikhs    American Sikhs    There are Fijian Sikhs a few
There are American Jews    British Jews    and Coptic Jews    a few
There are British Muslims    Pak Muslims    American Musalmaans*
REMEMBER YE
Defend the country    Where ye Live Where ye now belong
Proudly wear ‘Badge of Honour’    You are not a
“NAMAK HARAAM”**

When ye migrate    Leave yer land
Settle in a Foreign Land
And
Call it yer Own
Raise yer children    Earn yer living    Do fair Bidding    Build yer Home
Equal benefits    Rights Freedoms    Foreigner Myth Blown

REMEMBER

When enemy attacks that land
YOUR LAND
‘Ground Zero Zone’
A Heart Ripping Hole
For life    Make them run
Defend it with
Life Heart and Soul
With yer Daughter With yer Son
Be it rightly widely known
That
Ye are Defending
Your Country    Your People
That
In any war
Upheaval

THEY ARE NOT ALONE

DEDICATED to the fire fighting knights, heroes from NYPD and thousands of emergency services heroines, who gave their lives so that others can live. And, their leading, untiring and caring knight Mayor of New York Rudolph W. Giuliani, who has, by his selfless service, earned the title of right honorable gentleman Rt. Honorable Rudolph W. Giuliani is what he should be known from now on. And, his equally brave, untiring knights, collegues..

With utmost humility and gratitude, on behalf of the grieving humanity. Sharing your pain and anguish and saluting you for all you did for your fellow humans.

Fire Fighters raise the U.S. flag.

GODLESS ACTS OF TREASON

Wearing mask of Piety    Mouthing Religion
Carrying seeds of Hate and Death    The Cold Heartless Daemons
Sanctifying own Killings    Their Godless acts of Treason
Call them naught or anyone else    A heathen
For a very simple reason
That
They cannot see THE ONLY ONE or Realize that HE Resides In everyone’s bosom
Everyone’s Heart    They unfortunately see naught
Our GOD    Our MASTER    Our LORD
Like butter is present in the milk    We see naught
Like Fire Ever present in Forests Tree Logs
We can see naught

Enigma kneads The Mystery    Mystery keels The Riddle

Call naught anyone    Infidel
Infidel is he    Who kills the innocent
Dance to dead tunes    His death song’s fiddle
Malignant ‘Holy’ Musty Mutants
Soulless Cold ‘Numb’ ‘sleepers’    Venomous Slimy Creepy Creepers
Malefic    Maligning Violent Quintessence
Infesting Land of Honey    Land Blest    Thin veil of conniving Guests
Low lying Human Sludge
Slyly Lying Flying Pretexts
To slurp the Host’s Blood
Ungrateful Bounders Parasites
Harrumphing Yearning Paradise
Them Human Parasites

Humans Regions Religions    Are all equal
Why be Selfish Myopic and Solely
A Sequela Antonym Sequel
WHAT IS HOLY
i simply don’t understand
That only ye exist    Or yer Personal Holy land
Britain    America    India Zulu Land
ALL BELONG TO MASTER
Whole Earth Is His Holy Land
Ye talk about Infidels in yer Holy Land
By same token
Ye or i be dubbed Heathen    In Spain    America    Finland

i wanna echo mine grievances    Lest these go out of hand
We chose to live in Britain    By Faith    A Christian State
My Muslim Brothers built Mosques Quite Rightly    Get everything we ask
We built temples of every different Faith

Enjoy complete Freedom to Preach Worship Celebrate

About Time
Britain and rest of the World    MUST enjoy same Dignity same Freedom
In our Mother Countries    Our self created Kingdoms
Our Independent States
Or
Be ready to lose Our Face
And
The Grace
Of
THE MASTER

Who Graciously Came in my Thoughts

SPAKE HE
These days    the words ye write
Are angry bitter and dry

MASTER
Said i
i am very sad    Very often i cry

MASTER SPAKE

Do naught display hate slight or anger
For thou art MINE
Positively No Rancour
Look Up    Heal and Shine
Do naught speak the language of Beelzebub
Talk
Write only about Love


THE ENEMY

When Towers are torched
Humans burnt scorched
Searing Hearts Souls right through the bone

Grieve silently    Hide tears
For the precious human loss
Let thy grief Heart’s wounds    Be naught shown
For the raiding tribal clans
Lest these be wasted on people with no heart
The Slaying human Dross
Cos’ they would never ever never understand

They would like ye in panic and mired ye to think
That they have taken charge    Now they the real boss
Your Life     Terror’s Vice
They Control
Don’t let them ever bloat    For never let them gloat
Or
Allow those antiquated motes
Make ye villien for life
To bruise your Psyche
To cruise your Mind
Or hurt your Soul
LET THE SPIRIT SOAR AND SOAR

Never pay any tribute to cowardice
Cos’ Yours is a True Warrior’s Might
For ye never stab in the back    Then hide
Like some people with No Honour Do
Ye challenge them first    Then Fight
Defend only what is Right
Like Honourable Medieval Knights
Used to Do
To show the cowards ‘Light’    They first Always had to fight
To unveil    True meaning of their Name
When faced with so-called enemy
Starved Oppressed Shattered     Tattered in the Shame
Those Knights fought the oppression
Fed all the starving    Defended all the lame
They sought    Fought The tyrant    The daemons
Not ‘the enemy’
There were NO ENEMIES    Only Humans
Just Like us
ALL Through    ALL SAME


TRUE JEHAD

ALLAH    YAHEWA    GOD
Different Names of
SAME SUPREME LORD
THE ONLY ONE

Humans
Different Nations
Variant Names
Their Aspirations
Destination is the Same

We Are One
Like Ocean Waves    All Different
Ocean is One
The One and The Same
Like Separate Each One
The Rays
Same Source    Same Sun
The One and The Same

Hurt Hate Shun
If ye hurt anyone
Ye Hate
THE ONLY ONE
For
HIM and he The Same
If ye kill torch devastate
In America India Afghanistan
Terrorizing Marauding Morons
Ye kill and destroy i
His slave
And
Ye Hate
THE ONLY ONE

For
HIM and i The Same

THE MASTER
and HIS knave

MASTER
Merciful    Pure Love    All Compassionate
Omniscient    Omnipotent    All Pervades

Lend me yer ears
Love HIM    Naught Fear

Fear of GOD
Will steal the Smiles    Kill the Joy    Rob the Grace
Off yer face

Love of GOD
Will fill yer Life    Nectar’s Flow    Spiritual Glow
MASTER’S Grace
Will Lit thy face

Message of Peace and Love

“A People
Whom HE Love
Will Love All The People
As
They Love
HIM”*

HIS MESSAGE
Is loud and Clear
LOVE HIM    NAUGHT FEAR

Spread Love Spread Joy    Serve Humans ye lowly bard
Let Rays of Love     Lit yer heart
Hit ye Hard
And
Cleanse
Yer Hate Smitten Heart
Terror Stricken Soul

Let This Be Your True Jehad
ONLY
THIS BE TRUE JEHAD

* From Holy Qu'ran, Sura (Chapter) V, Verse 57


DUST TO DUST

Cows eat grass chew cud and sleep
Will go where you take them
Weeping Laughing Beef
Low Flat High     Scales High Steep
But
Humans Won’t
Coz’ they are Humans    Naught sheep

In MASTER’S Universe
Everything is planned
Has its proper place
Souls are scanned
At appropriate stage
Pure Matter
Vegetable Kingdom     Animal Kingdom
Human Race

Highest Is
ALL PERVADING GRACE

GOD
OUR MASTER
THE WONDROUS LORD
SELF EMANATED VENERATION
HIS WONDROUS CREATION

Plants take birth
From the womb of Mother Earth
Nourish Provide    Swoon Decay and Die
From
Dust To Dust

Animals have brains but no Conscience or High Jinks
Awareness limited to ‘physical self’    No ‘mental high’
Have feelings but no Precepts Only Animal Instincts
To kill In order to Survive    To Provide and Multiply
Afore graduating to Human Life
They have to Live and Die
In order to Rise
And
To Merge
From
Dust To Dust

Humans are Blessed with Free Mind    A Conscience and A Volitional Will
So that they use their Mind    Naught to Destroy or Kill
MASTER
Planted Compassion Love and Tolerance
A Triune Dictum
Instinctual Precepts’ Highest Convictions
Sadly
Humans are addicted to Animal Addictions
To Wreak Havoc    Preach Terror    Reap Afflictions
And
Regress back to Animal Kingdom
Where
There is no tolerance
No Rivers of Love and Compassion
Only Fire
Of Animal Passions’
Flow and Hellish Mire

When River turn to a Stream
Stream turn to a trickle
Soul dries of Love
Heart turns fickle
Love Shorn Hearts
Love Lost Humans
All Created of
Air Water Fire Sky Earth
Lost Humans    Labyrinth’s Snare
Neither Here Nor There
Neither Hearse Nor Hearth
Hateful Plenty     Lovelorn Dearth
From
Dust To Dust

For
Love Drought Hearts
Life’s Continuum Cycle
Never Stops
They have to go back
For
A
Brand New Start
Or
A
Brand New Heart


YELLOW PATCH*

When they can’t find any living targets
They don’t Stop    Think or Hesitate
Just blow Buddha of Bamiyan
In Modern Afghanistan
And Celebrate
The Desecration of Religion and Heritage
These Talibaans of the Modern Age

Poor Talibaans
My heart weeps for them
Soul is crying
For Ignorant
Stone Dead Minds

Religion means
Love    Respect     Tolerance
Naught
Hectoring Dominance
Or
Drowning Numerically Few
In
Your Hysterical Drugged Drone
Everybody doesn’t have to be your copy
Your clone
Of
The Same Kind
Deceased Minds

Religion Means
Freedom    Dignity    Equality
Naught
Suppression    Oppression    Brutality
Or
Dogmatic Fanatical Similarity

GOD our MASTER
Blessed Humans with
Free Mind
Contemplating Thoughts
Beliefs of all Kind
Even He Doesn’t Intrude our Thoughts
Invade sovereign Minds Enters only by invitation
How dare these mental pygmies
Taint People with Intimidation
How Dare
They force
My People
Coerce
My People
In GOD’S Name
To wear Yellow Patch
Cover their own Shame
Those Hacking Wracks

This Yellow Badge
Shameful Historical Patch
Transports me back
To
The night of The Broken Glass
DIE CRYSTALNACAHT
When
MY PEOPLE
Were forced to Display
In
That Irreligious Fray
The Yellow Badge

The Same
Shameful Historical Patch

We have travelled so far
Yet covered no distance
In
This Instance
Or
That Instance

Same Yellow Patch
Same Hecking
Soul Wrecking Hatch

* Written on the eve of Blowing up ‘The Bamiyan Budha’ at Bamiyan, Afganistan by the Taliban.


CULTURAL REVOLUTION

Co-ordinator Director At times Inimical
Conscious mind is as physical
As your hands and feet
Controller of your bodily fleet

The Mind The Body
Snow from Heavens Fallen Sleet
At times letting you down Mind the dodgy
Driven by greed
Makes you work overtime
Mind The Sublime
Tired Hyperactive Overheat
Despite Wealth Fame and Spite
Bogged down with Monotony Boredom Fatigue
Cries for rest relief Respite
‘Coz a mind fatigued
Is like a car driven by a human fast asleep
Mind tired fatigued
A dying tree without any life’s lustre leaf
Rationale Sanity fled
Mind intellectually dead
That’s why
Poets Philosophers Artists Thinkers
Are in eternal gratitude
Without doubts or blinkers
To manual workers All Artisans
Entire Multitude
For taking all drudgery sprung Spawned
Sparing them trudgery absurd
Letting them live and die in their own dream world

But
If ye want to stage another Cultural Revolution
Like Mao did
The ‘perfect’ party’s solution
Equalise Creativity Verily rid
And
If ye want to improve upon
Ye can join Talibaans
Then destroy Budha of Bamiyan
Ransack entire Afghanistan
Destroy Museums Stop the music Burn the books
Strafe yer people with bullets Holes
Then hang bodies on the hooks
Crush spirits Imprison Their Souls