
Help Us Breathe — A Cry from the Capital
Once, when the human was divine, The sky was blue and the rivers shined. Cows walked free on sacred ground, Air was prayer in every sound.
Drops of Wisdom
Poetry, reflections and small teachings, written slowly and meant to be read the same way.

Once, when the human was divine, The sky was blue and the rivers shined. Cows walked free on sacred ground, Air was prayer in every sound.

Once, when the human was divine, The sky was blue and the rivers shined. Cows walked free on sacred ground, Air was prayer in every sound.

The face is the index of one’s personality. In today’s world, everyone carries a different persona according to the roles they play. It is like an actor who performs so many roles that one day he…


In this Viraat Leela, we are both the Actor and the Observer. Act karte hue bhi observe karna hai. This Leela is pre destined— it is like a movie, a drama, meant to entertain. So would you give…
A quiet look at how our way of seeing shapes the world we wake up to each morning.
As the soul, so the nature around it. On the gentle link between inner state and outer world.
Birds of dreams. A short poem about wishes that only fly when we stop holding them.
मन के भीतर एक शांत स्थान, जहाँ करुणा और सेवा का भाव पलता है।
What irritates us in others often holds a small lesson about ourselves.
Mann and traan. A gentle look at the mantra as something that frees the mind.
एक छोटी कविता, उस रात के बारे में जब सब कुछ थोड़ा धीमा हो गया।