Some things are difficult to be explained after we experience what they were.
We ‘experience’… this is such a word which says something but what? Isn’t it difficult to explain what we mean when we say we ‘experience’?
Really, what do we do when we say we ‘experience’? Or to be precise we experience an emotion?
While looking at the setting sun along a deserted but beautiful beach, we experience some emotion. What is it that we experience actually? Is it something described in words, which say it exactly the way it happens? I don’t think I have ever found appropriate words to describe the experience my mind goes under when the sun sets in the sea invoking a crowd of thoughts or at another time leaving it totally empty.
I experience a surge of such emotions while being here also, on the tour of California. My mind goes off many a times letting me not know what it is I am going through.
When I stood on the Golden Gate Bridge and filled in the world around in my eyes, I experienced I cannot say what.
To behold the trees undergoing a renewal shedding their beautiful golden yellow leaves, I cannot name the state of mind I was passing through. And, when those same trees get clad in awesome attire of attractive colours to celebrate the spring, it hardly comes to my literary talent what they mean then.
Passing clouds chatting with the winds unseen change not their forms but my person.
Alone under the bright blue skies with wide earth beneath… what secret reveals between me and them is ever a secret.
I am overflowing with such happenings inside me. And the marvels cannot keep mum. So I spilled some of them here
Now I feel more….relaxed…,..um….. do I…..?
We ‘experience’… this is such a word which says something but what? Isn’t it difficult to explain what we mean when we say we ‘experience’?
Really, what do we do when we say we ‘experience’? Or to be precise we experience an emotion?
While looking at the setting sun along a deserted but beautiful beach, we experience some emotion. What is it that we experience actually? Is it something described in words, which say it exactly the way it happens? I don’t think I have ever found appropriate words to describe the experience my mind goes under when the sun sets in the sea invoking a crowd of thoughts or at another time leaving it totally empty.
I experience a surge of such emotions while being here also, on the tour of California. My mind goes off many a times letting me not know what it is I am going through.
When I stood on the Golden Gate Bridge and filled in the world around in my eyes, I experienced I cannot say what.
To behold the trees undergoing a renewal shedding their beautiful golden yellow leaves, I cannot name the state of mind I was passing through. And, when those same trees get clad in awesome attire of attractive colours to celebrate the spring, it hardly comes to my literary talent what they mean then.
Passing clouds chatting with the winds unseen change not their forms but my person.
Alone under the bright blue skies with wide earth beneath… what secret reveals between me and them is ever a secret.
I am overflowing with such happenings inside me. And the marvels cannot keep mum. So I spilled some of them here
Now I feel more….relaxed…,..um….. do I…..?
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