arianna-darshani
In my past life I was a genetic engineer. I am 53 and have not worked for 12 years. / / I'm not any sort of artist and don't care how popular my writing is. Yes, honestly! I'm just expressing myself and am grateful for any likes. / / Some time horse rider, yogini, Mindfulness meditator, pseudo Buddhist. Im a member of Mensa, though I don't put my faith in intelligence tests nor do I really know what intelligence even is. / / I'm wandering around while I age, trying to make some sense out of why we are here. I do poetry on Twitter but it's of no consequence. Happily married going on 29 years. My husband is a big part of my life.
Gout.
I have heard of this obscure disease
Maybe in a Dicken's Novel once
A disease of indolence and wealth
Of red meat and alcohol
Of excruciating pain with no cure.
It winds up being in
The top ten most excruciating conditions
And my husband of 28 years has it big time
We are neither indolent or lazy
We don't drink hardly at all
We have almost no risk factors
Now this gout is chronic
Driving my husband from sleep
To the ER at 3 am this morning
Try prednisone this time. Sigh.
Aging is not fun
There is something as bizarre
As chronic gout
Who would ever guess
Such a weird thing
When you are 25?
I feel entirely powerless to help
Other than to pick up the slack
Do more chores,
Bring him pillows or an ice pack.
Enjoy your youth because
We are feeling it at only 53
The Buddha says we will all suffer
We all become older.
We all get sick
We all die
The mastery lies
In having pain, without it
Turning into suffering
But you can meditate a lifetime
On one koan
And still never achieve
Liberation.
When I was young I took it for granted
Smooth muscles gliding past each other
Tolerance for imperfect situations
And a general ease about life.
If I had to do it over again
I would have appreciated
My youth more than I did
Now that it is gone, it is most
Revered,
like the Buddha.
Maybe next lifetime
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
I hope Osama and his companions
Are enjoying themselves in an
Eternal Hell made just for them
After the bombings of Embasies
In Kenya and Tanzania
We took little notice,
When we should have.
Myself, I traveled to both.
Foolish in retrospect.
He was already a FBI fugitive
Before 9/11
But people in the US
Have a way of distancing
Ourselves from 3rd world incidents.
Whatever reason, it was ******
On a horrific scale
The US will never be the same.
As I mentioned prior,
9/11 did not shock me
With the universal hatred
Of all things having to do with the US
I traveled not saying anything
Nor waving a flag.
There are kits available
To pretend you are Canadian.
When you travel to the 3rd world
To avoid the hatred of the U.S.
We are known internationally, for:
Obesity
Wearing gym shoes
The world's nicest teeth
I anticipated a bomb somewhere
Never thought it would be planes.
However, my opinion does not count
Because I am a nobody, politically.
And there would be nobody
To listen to my advice that
We should have increased our safety level
So, what happened, happened.
God bless all those who died in the attack,
All of the survivors that watched
Manhatten crumble.
Bless the 340 firefighters who died valiantly
Bless all the people who had to chose:
Between burning to death or jumping
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
If there is one thing I admire
Is the fine poetry all over this Hello site.
I so admire those who have such
Facile skills with words.
I find I can't write a single
Poetic sentiment
Leaving me with
Envy mixed with Admiration.
So I thank you all for sharing
Your wonderful gifts with me
Im truly in awe.
I have different gifts which are irrelevant
Im really good at advanced math and science
I try to bring my mind to a artistic place
And it just won't settle there.
Thank you all again.
I love your work.
~Arianna Elise Darshani
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
How I watched the towers fall at work
But how, unlike others,
I was not surprised.
If you've travelled to the 3rd world
You know of this kind of hatred for the US,
Ahead of time.
A rampant disaster for sure
But it did not surprise me.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Child ****
Should have no
statute of Limitations
You can hunt them down
Long after
It is too late.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
I went out to smoke.
I heard one lonely cricket.
In the Winter
Even he will perish.
And I will be alone.
The Amazon is calling.
A Winter trip
shaping up.
The Amazon
I've visited-
In Peru and
In Brazil,
There are
1000 voices
All the time
With no seasons
And no Winter
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
My last trip out of the country
Was Carnival in Rio
The Samba parade in Rio,
It is truly the 8th
Wonder of the World
The most physically amazing
Yet, intensely ******
Thing I've ever seen.
So many beautiful women
Such a celebration of their form
Some in feathers
as large as my living room
Others, only in a thong.
All because of Lent?
Not a Brazilian,
My memories
still make my blood hot
enough to melt the snow
And I realize
I need to see the
Amazon again
I'm reminded, also
That I am,
my mother's daughter
The Samba was so hot
It melts your clothes off.
Save your pennies
And go.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Has not enough been said
About Cecil, the Lion?
This has brought me to tears.
For those who don't know
Cecil lived in a Wild Life park
In Zimbabwe.
There was no hunting allowed
So, some sick *******
Who is a big game hunter
Dragged a antelope carcass
So that Cecil would
Come out of the park.
He, then, shot Cecil
With an arrow
And Cecil was tortured
Over forty hours.
Cecil was tracked down,
He was shot with a gun,
He was decapitated,
He was skinned.
How is it that
What is so magnificent
As a Lion
Is seen as nothing
But a head and skin
To decorate your living room?
I've been to Kenya
And Tanzania.
They are glorious creatures
In the wild.
Why not just take a photo?
Or just enjoy their magnificence
And then leave
With your enhanced soul?
They say psychopaths
Practice on animals first
This sick pathology
Has to end, not only for
Animals but humans well.
This man had a felony conviction
For baiting black bears.
He belongs in prison
Although many think
He should be decapitated
As well.
People are angry.
And Cecil's Cubs?
I used to watch a show
Called:
"Big Cat Diaries"
And their fate is sealed
As well.
Lions practice infanticide
And when a new male
Comes to Cecil's pride
He will **** all of Cecil's offspring
To make their mothers
Go into estrus
So they can breed.
One cub has been killed
And not much hope for
The other eight.
Our neighbors bait
Black bears, **** them,
Skin them, stuff them
And put them in their house.
They seem to just enjoy
Killing things for no reason
They find great joy
In killing things.
They seem like
Nice enough people
But when you have
So little respect for Life
Can't it haunt
Your human ties?
I honestly feel
Like someone
Has shot my dog.
And it makes me weep,
Though the story
Is now old.
This man should
Go to prison,
And in Zimbabwe.
Send the world
A huge message
That we are not Neanderthals
We don't have to
To **** things
Out of sheer joy.
We should not reduce
Living things to
Heads and hides.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Perhaps I should
Not go into details
So I won't.
Just that . . .
In six months
My father
did more damage
to me.
Than my entire
Rest of my life
Combined.
Thank God
he did not raise me.
I would have perished.
Only that six months
that still rages like a forest fire
In the calm forest
Where I abide.
We all have problems
With our parents
But he is very perverse
By anyone's standards.
How many people
Start a *** cult?
And then invite
their 11 year old daughter
To come visit?
So I left my mother
Who had sole custody.
What a bad mistake.
I was only eleven.
Mistakes are allowed.
Gullibility is expected.
"Grooming" is not recognized,
for what it is.
I only hang on now
Based upon the
Magnetism
Of genes shared.
A few emails per month
He in total denial
But that's not rare.
I guess it's best
To not say anything else.
There is too much
to say.
And it happened
Forty years ago.
I have found new fathers
In my life.
That's good enough.
At my age
I am not seeking out any fathers
But did seek them out
For two decades.
That's over with.
~Arianna Elise Darshani
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
We have tree flogs
On the hunt
On our windows
Others are croaking
In the forest.
We have an orchid light.
The light attracts moths.
The frogs come to hunt the moths.
We watch them hunt.
While they are plastered
on the windows.
It is quite entertaining.
They are accomplished hunters.
I also feel like,
We exist in the scheme of things.
Connected to nature
by creating a hunting ground
For tree frogs.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC