Saturday 20 October 2018

How to stop smoking completely.



Let us come straight to the point. You have encountered so many people who ask you to stop smoking and you could not do it. You have encountered so many scientific studies on diseases but you could not stop yourself. Here in this post I am giving you very simple tips to stop smoking. It is really effective and many chain smokers have benefited from it.

1. Practice this from your next cigarette and observe yourself-

Take the cigarette in your hand and while you smoke it take 'in' as if you are taking only a 'teeny tiny' bit of it. With each smoke carefully observe and with awareness feel as if you are taking only an 'atom' of it. 
I know it is a very weird technique. It works in a very subtle way. It works like a charm. Repeat it every time and check your feelings. Within some days you will feel something is happening. 
Comment your sensations after 2 weeks. :D

 2.Exercise, exercise and exercise-




Try long distance running everyday and you will slowly understand how weak those lungs have become. You don't want yourself so weak, so get up and run at least 4 km everyday. 
Your mind will quickly accept the changes without any reversal symptoms. Do other exercises in gym also.

3.Yoga, pranayama and meditation-




I know it is a bit of tough ask but this WORKS !!!! Pranayama, yoga and meditation reverses the destroyed parts of the lungs and keeps your lungs healthy. Meditation relaxes your mind and doesn't let your mind weaken itself unnecessarily. Art of Living's SUDARSHAN KRIYA works like magic in these circumstances.




        Comment your experiences after practicing them for 2 weeks and always check your progress.

Tuesday 28 April 2015

Return

The face long gone 
Waves that used to play 
The song of october sunshine
Rhythms of passions
Of a thunder, of the emotions
Of a long journey.
Of the tunes of great return.
,
But there a flute,
Stays each day, plays the tunes
Of those days, long gone
Tunes of so pure, so bright 
Like the dives of no return
A part of it, A lover of it
Like a  flesh of it.
A euphoria, so unique
Resonating only 
For the moments that
Promised to return.



Peace

Baffling yet deceiving
Lonesome outbursts of a desperate mind
Identity or just an expression
Of a confusion, of a hunger
Yet passionate
Longing for a validity
But in enmity, with satisfaction
 Feelings and retarded obsession
Of an affection, so true
Yet a romance
Of a fragrance, with tunes
Of a starless sky.

And a cry of the moment
Of the resonant peace,
Like a bliss in the slightest echo
Of the multitude, who speak
Of the promised,
Peace and, only peace,
My friend, for this broken
Only for today.



Monday 17 March 2014

Redefined..

a face, a mystery, severed the beats
with an attraction, but an affection
beyond rationalisms, beyond motivations
a beauty, towards the eyes of lights
smiles of seamless satisfaction
beyond the joys of a dream
beyond the life imagined throughout
beyond the grasps of happiness
a pursuit, untuned, a zeal, unknown
a baffling beat of bliss
when the multitudes vanish
when falsities, motives perish
when the story of pursuit-
gets redefined with love.

Friday 14 March 2014

A Life...

A restlessness, for an emotion undone and untouched
A freedom yet unreached, binds me to the irrelevance
A fear craving for a disaster, imagined throughout
A relief unwanted from the deepest trusts,
A waste of time? Or a disgust of masochism?
Or imagined days of futile frustrations?
Quietness or a depth of solitude or a dreaded lust
Seemed to play the symphonies of passions
Lived it like a dog, of chances never to be returned
And now I thrive on the defeated times, alone in a mutiny within


Excitements of slight music, progressed with the beats of dizziness
Yet awake, waiting for the rhythms of madness
For the lost, or maybe unknown, or a bit clarity
Randomness, of the staggering outbursts,
Yet none to hear, none to feel
A solitude, yes a solitude, but with touches and fragrances
Of a passion unearthed, yet to be manifested
A passion for madness indeed, with no consequence
Not of a repute, but of a satisfaction,
A source of mysterious peace, a gain indeed


Destiny or an appetite? I never know,
But as time indeed, beliefs remain meaningless
I don’t pray, nor do I believe in miracles
But of this messed up life, I believe, I believe
I do believe in a symphony that-
I hear each day,
I try each day,
I live each day,
Within, that brings me to life and I breathe again.

Thursday 20 February 2014

Let me Breathe....

A mutiny within, through the randomness
of sensible thoughts; a sense of madness
of discourses of known past and present.
I fight for dancing speck of altitude of future
when multitude speaks in monotony of tire and disgust.
A void or a darkness, a silence or a despair
A motivation or a delusion,
I staggered on and on for an expectation of tomorrow.
An urge of protest, but a sense of character,
yet a display of regret for my own self.

Freedom is what I want
in solitude but through a space to breathe
through choices of present or future 
or maybe of life. 

Wednesday 5 February 2014

Songs of Solitude....

To the dancing rhythms of despair ,
 To the transient melodies of happiness,
 Love seemed to be the only feeling of myself
 Was it a life they speak about every single day?
 A feeling so untrue, so destructive and so vulnerable
A feeling of uniqueness and perfection
 no words; left me in the dungeons of cherish
  to just speak about the air of despondency within
 yet, I speak about the feelings I dream of in-
 silent, persuasive nights, drenched in the spirit of solitude
                                                            
                                                               Innocent as was the feeling, so was the exploit
                                                                the gain?? Some aspirations long awaited.
                                                                Still I ran after your afterglow,your true feelings
                                                                 your kinds words and true self,
                                                                 Vain was all the consequence, buried deeper and deeper..........