To act ceaselessly ordained, By reactions inevitably chained, Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns, Fruits it haplessly churns, To rebirth, in new cycle to return. One his Truth who Knows, Neither as actor nor action,
Neti, neti as the Sages said,
Mere Agent Temporal, He acts, but owns not his actions, Untainted, his Karmic wheel also turns, To be stilled One day, With Karma’s burdens done, Into Brahmic Fullness to awaken, No more to birth returned.
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.
The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.
A beautiful and sweet girdle Collecting it is quite doddle Counting is like a hot fettle Touching it is a bit brittle. Let be the Geeta or the Bible, Let be grapes or pineapple, Importance of money able Is not
Every action of us stems from voice within Voice which don’t make sound but signals in lieu of sound Some actions appears hasty Some practical and Some may turn out to be awkward Life revolves round ones action Without action
Today I think I shall stay in my bed, Nothing accomplished, step back instead. No time to eat so I’ll eat on the go, Binge all day long but nobody knows. Petrol is low but I’ll take the chance, Roadside