16 years seems like I lived for 16 thousand years and
I’m not great fan of living now.

Just a concept poem I cam up with late one night.

A children’s poem.

My best friend through the tough times … I owe everything what I am and what all I have to my Guruji … Thanks to Art of living and above all to Sri Sri Ravishankar ji for changing my life and making me a happy person.

An explanation of a well known phrase – proving it’s not as rude as it sounds.

A poem about hard times.

Always being optimistic and trying to reach higher goals. Never loosing sight
of what is real and whole.

How do you really see the world?

It is lovely to feel optimistic.

It is so easy to put your foot in it when somebody is terminally ill.