Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon layer, Now Time Truth to touch, Hush Mind, Rest a while; While Truth I try to touch.
I am retired Information Professional. I live in Mysore. My last position was as Senior Manager in an International Agricultural Research Centre called ICRISAT near Hyderabad. I have been consultant to Unesco, FAO, IDRC, Canada and to a few centres in India. I published a book of short stories and poems, titled, Eavesdropping. This was published by Partridge, a Penguin company. I am married; we have a son who lives in the US.
Human bodies hang in air, thrive on light and air, bloom as crops of soil and water, still need tools to sustain here. All souls desire strength to sustain, to harvest crop, to build home. We get speed to roam
Constellation of stars.. Among, The collection of planets… Give a way to reach toward destination… When storm passes away.. The tidal waves set apart.. By seeing the stars and their direction… We follow the best way.. Its mean stars give
MIND a Dancer When on Birth Mind enters the body walking slowly making rhythmic no ice One cries in insecurity When in no worry mind stand erect in peace One feels light When Happy mind dances in Ecstasy one feels
I have an inner beauty! making my green meadows feel its echo, being the best version of myself! I have an internal monologue! giving me a best company when alone, being a soliloquy! I have an inner strength! emerging from