#experienced
I am like the playful River of Gods,
And you are like a calm, beloved ocean.
When our confluence occurs,
It becomes like the beloved ghats of the Ganges.
May our companionship remain on every path,
With each other's hands held in our own.
While walking along, a world was built
In the bliss of the end.
In this world,
our sorrows are lost,
And in this beautiful journey,
May our souls become one.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
You aren’t broken
Emotions are a constant flow from you
-a growing stain on your perspective
You aren’t sad
Tears may leak you a river
But you haven’t looked up in ages
You aren’t lonely
Always surrounded by onlookers
-you just don’t feel involved
You aren’t depressed
A cloud has only passed over your head
Raining down on your conscience
You aren’t scared
What even is fear to someone
Who always has the electric bill paid
You aren’t a liar
Experience just hasn’t caught you yet
Wait until what you say is true-
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Cracked China cup
At a chipped table
Stained cloth dressing
Do you still see
Beautiful
Tell me now
As broken candles
Burn
On
Down
Broken things
See broken things
And cracks hide
Truth
I see you
This crack’ed thing
And I see you
Beautiful
Lovely you
Cracked
But not outdone
They try to
Break you
Take you
Because you’re the only
One
A cracked cup
That runneth over
But
Can still hold your
Own
Oh precious
How you’ve grown
Setting a place that
You deserve
I pray that
You are filled
Cracks only
Show
When you can’t
Hold
But I’d gladly hold
You
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
I*n a second
I experienced the life
sweet and sour*.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Xyz
Full stop
In conclusion
She fell in love
He caught her
He cheated
She died
Inside
Xyz
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
~~~
“La natura è piena d infinite ragioni che nò furò mai in isperiètia”
Leonardo da Vinci
~~~
think
that the very next millisecond blink
will be, reveal a, theater curtain rising,
a play of your composition,
a painting of your composure,
a newly cresting reason,
infinite in number,
infinitesimal aggrandizing majesty in granular shapes,
a shock so grand you say out loud willingly,
therefore, I am
the first word
of the next page or poem you turn to,
will change your No. 1 reason for living,
to your knees dropped trembling,
comprehending the renaissance of his
isperiètia (experience)
there are infinite books and infinity words,
do the probability calculation of inspiration
and confess
every sun rising, every rainbow unexpected,
every moonlight solstice,
every glance freely stolen taken,
is nature,
your nature, revealed,
unsealed
these are your unveilings,
revealing the fullness of you,
the likeness of discovery
how what we see in our uncommonality
is our communion
~~~
This year marks the quincentennial of the death of Leonardo da Vinci, the Italian Renaissance master who died in May 1519.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
And so I am here again
Starting over, remembering the difference between what was, what is, what should have been
And so I am defining love
Unselfish, steadfast and unwavering through all that may try to invade what has been build to last
And so I see it for what it was
A desperate wanting for untainted promises and pure devotion by one who said he would
And so I see what I missed
The two were not equal; one was not tested and true. For she was the only one that was prepared, that was...
Worn
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Love
Love,
A luxury common across mankind
But intriguingly,
Never experienced the same
Just never
Never
Just
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Jogging on the spot is healthy,
It not only keeps the body fit,
But also freshens up the mind.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Telephones.
Earphones.
Earplugs.
To drown out
Baby cries.
Engines exhaling.
Anxiety.
"Don't be afraid"
"You've done this before"
"He knows what he's doing"
The tired.
The disagreeable.
The impossibly experienced.
Tickets.
Bags.
Smile-free faces.
I'm ready.
You're ready.
Let's go already.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I've drowned before, in a literal sense of the word.
I, fancying myself adept, bored of shallow waters
dived in to the depths.
However, proving my pride quite wrong, the water
submersed me with its innate and temperate nature
to a world void of breath or zephyr.
I flailed my arms, and kicked my feet; but to the
sapphire liquid my efforts came quiet inept.
Understanding my current disposition, I left myself be
enveloped.
My lungs wailed and burned, the irony hardly lost,
and as I sank towards the muted pit of abysmal blue
I construed of Love's similar tactics.
Because now that I am drowning in the loveliness of
your undiluted singularity;
the resonance of sound, when around you, is dulled by
the euphony of your voice,
my lungs have a lack of oxygen and the tilt of the colors
of the spectrum are vibrant and mesmerizing.
I've drowned before, in a metacognitive sense of the word.
I, more experienced, don't fancy myself a great swimmer,
because in the torrents of your sea, I am but a mariner
lost in the sublime beauty of exquisite waters.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC