Monday, August 20, 2012
Meditation
It’s so much easier said than done. Technically, one has to concentrate on the inhale and exhale his/her breathe and think nothing. The last part is the toughest. Now our brain, they say, is divided into conscious and subconscious. The subconscious brain is a like a genie to us. It’ll do what we command it to do without asking anything back. Now I am sure when God came up with this concept, he must have furrowed his brow, scratched his chin and said, “That’s way too easy”. So he gave us a conscious mind and would have told it, “NEVER STOP chattering inside the human’s head. Not until he has really really really done his best to shut you up.” God must have been in some real fun mood that day. Because he added way too much impatience in all of us. So even when we try to sit cross legged, start to inhale the positives and exhales the negatives and search for the coveted subconscious, impatience starts to play its role, of course along with the chit chatting conscious.
So, even when we know meditating is probably as important as finishing 6 hours minimums of sleep cycle, you still feel as if you are taking up a challenge. Another problem is that we expect results in some 10 miraculous days. Even when we know we are not doing it right. It will probably take a year to start scratching the surface of our infinite wisdom once we start meditating. But the good news is that we will be able to explore the unexplored hidden within ourselves. Even if it takes a year or two. It’s better to be thirsty for knowledge than sit in complacency and do nothing about it.
As of now, I take more than 10 minutes to settle down. I lose my patience and feel like giving up every day. As of now I haven’t even started walking towards my true self. I have just resolved to stand up and start walking. But I am sure its good enough. At least as of now.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Shambles
Life lies in shambles,
And it’s been quite sometime since I gathered the pieces
Tonight I come home, tired like always
As I kneel down on the floor to gather the mess.
Those big pieces of expectations – I pick up with some sadness,
This one is by my parents , and the other one is by my beloved.
I don’t know what to do with them … but I keep them still.
Oh here is my dream .. lying around neglected.
I can brush it under the carpet …Its no more required.
I carefully pile up my responsibilities …of a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend
Hoping I don’t knock them off clumsily like I always do.
And here’s the block or two of my hobbies .. I should keep them carefully.
While shoving away the debris of regret,
I find the pieces of broken promises to myself ,
And some which others handed me
Wondering how important they were a few years back
Now they seem completely useless.
It’s almost beyond midnight
And I am still busy cleaning up the mess that I have been calling life
It sits now …like uneven stones perched above each other
Delicate ..as if ready to fall
But I am a little satisfied.
Maybe, I can start living again.
And it’s been quite sometime since I gathered the pieces
Tonight I come home, tired like always
As I kneel down on the floor to gather the mess.
Those big pieces of expectations – I pick up with some sadness,
This one is by my parents , and the other one is by my beloved.
I don’t know what to do with them … but I keep them still.
Oh here is my dream .. lying around neglected.
I can brush it under the carpet …Its no more required.
I carefully pile up my responsibilities …of a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend
Hoping I don’t knock them off clumsily like I always do.
And here’s the block or two of my hobbies .. I should keep them carefully.
While shoving away the debris of regret,
I find the pieces of broken promises to myself ,
And some which others handed me
Wondering how important they were a few years back
Now they seem completely useless.
It’s almost beyond midnight
And I am still busy cleaning up the mess that I have been calling life
It sits now …like uneven stones perched above each other
Delicate ..as if ready to fall
But I am a little satisfied.
Maybe, I can start living again.
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