Walking calms the mind. But if there are four walls on the belt of the walking treadmill, there is no mental benefit other than muscle exercise. But in an environment where there are noisy and noisy crowds, the mind gets a break. Green space controls mind-blowing retention centers over street-mall lights
Seal the vinegar in winter red.
The nights were shaking on copper.
Lubricant dry moon leaf.
Hey, where do I want to see your grass step?
Shuffling ...!
Whirls through the cyclone
Lira Chakravkar of Path
Nothing to climb with.
Where's your fave cash?
Run-search ...
The sun falling in the vein of grass
Somewhere clashed,
The bull's chest tightens
The mountain was buried.
From buildings such as weaving anklets
All of a sudden the city was pressed.
Like a barren village, the river is fortified;
That is a lot
Haggad Haggdg the embryo world shakes,
The taste in my fingers
Still Sisota shoots me!
Where is the touch-string
Still preserving the breasts of the breasts
Where is Cadvio?
For millions of years
Face behind a stone robe
Hiding,
Humans, where are you?
where are you ?
Look like a New Moon Pumpkin!
Self. This is a wonderful poem by Raoji Patel. Hard to understand. The greedy people stick to the word breast, but the Gujarati poet has to shorten his armpits to see that the touching words like 'fana' (arched part) of the arrow are new. And fingers touch the tongue like a siesta! The title of this poem is: End of Countless Nights. Contains today's refreshing metaphors such as the grasshopper step and the bull's meadow, many a lonely wandering lover. Of his craving, his memories. Wondering about the nature and the creation of the beings they saw.
This poem is remembered on a winter night. Like a bright golden sparrow flying through the heat when the chameleon sunset took over the python. Gujarat, like the monsoons this year, has had a chilly winter. Cold bones season on the joints of bones, shortness of breath and even the warmth of the quilt and the fruity soup!
Lakshmidhar is the poet's ancient Sanskrit liberator. As the sky clears as rain clouds clear, three things nature learns from young women: The moon learns the shine from the pink cheeks in the winter of beauties. The lotus flower learns an aromatic odor from the breath of the contours. The laughter learns to swim with a bend from the gamut of gimmicks that are dimly lit! This happens, Winter's Welcome Function.
And then comes Hemant. Cooling down. Among them, the Sanskrit liberator says that the sleeper, the devotee, has a deep courage, Rama: That is, beauties stagnate because of the cold, but do not sleep. Their confidence lies in one thing now: on the tight embrace of a loved one committed in a dense cold. Lakshmidhar Again: The sun is fading due to fog, and the day is becoming more and more dull as a result of the mistreatment of his lord.
That is, when shrinking, the night expands. With the defeat of the day, Hemantaratis are prolonged! And the poet Shubhanka wrote centuries ago, that the summer fan should now rest. Chandanlap, hello to you. Flowers, Darshan stars now. Now a bus must be a lamp all winter night, as a witness to the masculine embrace of hell!
This winter night is a decorated silence. Not only the atmosphere, the roads seem to have been cleansed as well. The nasal passages or mild smoke from the mouth are the same as breathing. The cold wind blows on the ice-cooled boots of the ear. There is a jerk striking a spinal cord in the back. Stir in hot coffee, cinnamon, honey, saffron, pepper, salt and squeeze. Flexible lungs widen as you recall the sodium of adia that is elastic with ghee.
Tune-in-the-bones are heard and in the west there is black darkness around the snow, with winter hard-working teeth shaking at night. The famous English poem about such a winter night is that of Lindsey Kasher. The Sky is Dark and Ground is White, The World is Peaceful in Winter's Night. No One Around, No Sound To Be Herd, Not A Laugh, Not A Car, Not Even A Bird. For a Moment, It's Snow and Me, I Smile Inside, I Feel So Free! That is, when the sky is dark and earthy (with snow), the world is silent. I can feel myself in the midst of white snow in the winter solitude of a crowd laugh, car tire or fan, and for a moment I am liberated!
Shakespeare's famed Sonnet 2 compares the winter's foliage season with the 'widow's whip.' So actress Deepti Naval has written: Serd Tanhai Ki Raat, Aur Koi Dar Tuk Walt Yaadon Ki Bukkal Odhe! Waking up early in the mornings in the muffler-canopy-blanket of remembrance is a slow hell! The alarm that breaks the sleepy cafes that ate the hot springs of midnight is Jumraj's loop. Moving to Hindi, no matter what happens on mobile, if not for a month, do not worry, do not sweat, do not have any sun, it does not hurt the sun / sun powder, deo ka sab, every day you can see ... Tan apna, mosquito bhi katan ko ko pi! If there is no problem of light, if the light goes on, .. who cares if you are cold, your cold is saved!
Our winter is a pleasant season, in a heat-laden country! And in Kathiawad it has the same magnificence as the ghee - steam or ponk in South Gujarat - the wave of winter. Winter night walk out. It starts with a journey of ideas. The inner voice of the simple because the outside world is silent.
Henry David Thoreau, a prolific American author who was a kind of psychic guru of Gandhi, wrote a long essay called Night and Moonlight on Night Walk! When scenes are blurry, observation is bright. What does Thoreau write about the "talkative trip that took place on the moon's night" (curtsey: Saif Palanpuri) on a winter night when even famous places seem strange?
"Walking at night means seeing a very different aspect of nature. When all is asleep, perhaps the surrounding beauty is more vivid. Night seems more whale than day. Unrestrained peace. And why can't we make the moon our friend? Can't walk in the moonlight? Read Sanskrit (yes, Thoreau was a Sanskrit lover!) So Chanda's poems would seem to move us closer.
If we do not walk on the night of that weird moon-blowing moon, will it not be considered a waste? Doesn't it make sense to grow it? There is a moonlight that gives the walking path as much light as the road, but it does not make the inner light dim! Not only with light, Poetic Influence should also measure the moon with the effect of poetry! "
In the daytime everyone is running. There are very few night walks. Nocturnal (Sanskrit of nightwalk) is a matter of forgetting the day. The stars are flickering in the sky instead of the sunlight. The sound of animals instead of leaves can be heard in the jungle! Instead of butterflies, Agia appears to be flying, and instead of cuckoo shoots, the tune of the frog-tamaran-kansari (in the sound of the sound) sounds pure! It is known that in our blood (due to the clothes that are tight when walking in the cold), the cigar is mixed.
Shadows of the wind blowing on the fields, the shaking grass, the shining rocks on the ground like an army! The rocks, the trees and the hills look like mysterious intrigues. An artistic landscape made of shadows! Looks like a puddle of sparkling water in the moonlight that has extended the night and rest there in the light of day! In Hindu mythology, the light of the sun at the bottom of the sea at night, is a play of fiction.
At night, when the forests are dark and heavy, the glowing light from the leafy leaves. At night let us increase our ability to sleep and listen. In the midst of cooling, a sudden breeze blows, and the vitality rises. Where the work is all day, the air is exhausted and warm, and the warmth of labor is mixed! The dog without the owner runs away, thus losing the way at night! Put the cool surface of the sand absorbing heat all day so that the 'warmth' gets inside.
The Knight with Dew and Darkness continues to be 'restored' all day long and exhausted. (Battery recharge!) In the night, predators will come out energetic in the forest, while walking in the mind.
Ideas come! The black silk of night envelops the earth, and like a volcano the intelligence flames as a flame of fire flashed between the clouds. It is also an herb to walk at night when there is clear weather. He is lazy and he pays for it the next day.
India has declared Som Yana as the moon. Nature is a princely teacher. It governs wisdom without distinguishing it from anyone. Glowing moments like the moon's night light are moving in remembrance of life!
Science also supports Thoreau's philosophy. Stanford University has discovered that depression, heart failure, sadness, breakups, frustrations from failure can all lead to mood swings in the wake of brain negative negative emotions! Of course, the walk should not be screaming in the middle of traffic, stopping, stopping, slowly or very excitedly. 4% of the world's population is in the towns. But unfortunately the nightclub is not as glorious as the Morning Walk, and parks or safe grounds are rarely seen until late at night!
Walking is a therapy to increase stress hormone and hormone endorphin, reducing stress hormone cortisol. If there are easily available spaces and secluded on a daily basis. Researchers at Princeton University have also proven that walking helps calm the brain. But if there are four walls on the belt of the walking treadmill, there is no mental benefit other than muscle exercise. But in an environment where there are noisy and noisy crowds, the mind gets a break. The green space controls the mind's retention centers, rather than the street-mall's lights that hit Zagara.
In Sweden a festival called 'Arsgung' is celebrated. Going for a mandatory New Year's reception at night / walking in the woods! So as to communicate with dead souls and invisible gods. Getting out at midnight! There are folk tales in which the kids find a white goddamn horse and the maverick named 'Huldra' who takes them to marry and disappear!
Even the chilled water at midnight seems like wine. And his knees are wrapped in a holiday while reaching the dreamland. Today, Ravji Patel's difficult-to-find Gujarati poetry is dawn.
Slowly stay calm
Baby baby
The ear blows' dogs
Burning path, quiet back.
Chopas dimly spread to the tents.
What about peace of mind?
Hurry to roar
Dragging now.
Sancorayo fire itself.
The confused mind ko 'waloane.
O Siemens wreak havoc
The manger is gone,
In the early morning hours.
Waking up wet,
Near touching morio.
Turn around, the hard-nosed sister
Kaveh Smay revealed about the sun east!
Open it still.
Xing Thing:
"Education teaches you to stand, but to watch the rainbow, you have to get out!" (Samit Ray)
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