he bathes my wanton senses saturating them with his intensity so addictive... so nourishing... it's become a part of me   he pins me to the weight of my convictions holding me accountable... to my own beliefs and needs asking little... and knowing he'll gain everything each time he spreads...

Time to say goodbyeTo the nightBecause the nightEnded nowAnd the morningIs already hereAnd the morningIs already hereThe sunIs shinning insideMy roomAnd I can't sleepAnymoreit is 5:30 AMAnd it is summer timeSo that is why its sunnyEarly in the morningI...

Sweet the rain fallThat helps to fall to sleepAt nightWhen I sleepAt night in my bedHow I loveThe sweet soundOf the rainIt is really beautifulYes the night is longIt was made that wayFor me to sleep at nightAlso I...

Help help helpI need more sleep fatherI got very little sleepLast nightHelp help helpI will sleep in this morningAnd I will be up by noonEvery night I go to sleep lateAnd I am only gettingOnly 3 hours of sleepHelp...

I love my India, and even more, I love its people—From aghoras to sadhus, meditators, and gurus;To poor families, street beggars, and rickshaw pullers;Auto drivers, lorry drivers, farmers, and artisans;Industrialists, business giants—Tata, Birla, Ambani—and so many more. I hold deep...