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Another word for intuitively understand?

I'm trying to think of a single verb that means "to intuitively understand", such as "he ___-ed everything she was thinking."
Apprehension is a suitable word
Is this the end? He thought
Compared to her, the others were naught.
His remembered her smile
A smile, which was like an emerald isle.

For years, he had loved her
But she had been a silent saboteur
She always made him feel like he belonged
But he knew he was being wronged

And just when she couldnt compromise,
She cut off all ties.
In the water, she left him
Not caring if he knew how to swim.

He tried to reason
Did not believe it was treason
He coudnt believe she was done
But to him, she will always be the one.

-Amith
Now that I have

Miles left behind
in search of the peace of mind
true friends, were they!?
supposed to be kind.
but now that I have, left all behind
To my fate, I turn blind
lovely family, were they!?
supposed to be inclined.
Now that I have, a journey assigned
miles to walk alone
beautiful valleys & mountains, were they!?
in the nature entwined.
Now that I have, all declined
taking with me memories enshrined
cherished, were they!?
not totally, even if combined.
but, now that I have, the uncertainties aligned
I do not regret whatever is defined..

@Poetly

http://telegra.ph/Now-that-I-Have-02-25
In 1674, Boileau wrote a poem about the art of poetry. I found some of its verses to be quite helpful and I hope it can help you too.

Here is a roughly translated excerpt (sorry for my English):
Before you write, learn to think. [...]
What is well thought is well said,
And the words to say it come easily. [...]
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart,
Keep working on your writing:
Polish it constantly and polish it again ;
Sometimes add, and often erase. [...]
I have been battling my depression for the past two years and only now i am in a better position. I wrote a poem when i have been at lowest point in my life i like to share that poem here.

I had no reason to live, to survive and take upon all my pain
when i am dying, let me atleast write a suicide like ever again.
Being the youngest in family and a daughter second in line,
I have been used to all good things and my life was just fine,
till a day came where i started wanting my friends over my family,
things started spiralling down turning my life into tragedy.
I am yet to find me a love thats so strong,
to pull me away from this wrong path and to advise me its wrong.
But here I am, alone i stand,
trembling with nerves and doubt before death's hand.
And while I was writing this suicide note a thought passed by.
I may have done many things wrong but do I deserve to die?
Death may have dulled the pain but its a cowards way out,
hence now I am considering my decision to die with a hint of doubt
Slowly I decide to move away from my death and decide to take control of my life
as still there are so many pages yet to be turned , in the book that's-my life.


~ Riya Nathan
Author's Note : People think that only the mothers love is the greatest but many fail to see a fathers love that is as pure and strong as that of a mothers
this poem is dedicated to all fathers in the world.

A father's tale

She came with few tears , innocent than the morning sunshine
the father said-"here is a miracle to be treasured and protected and to be mine"
She was tiny small and fragile to be held
inside him a love only a father can know swelled
no one will harm you that was his oath
his queen and thier princess - his heart held them both
hours , days and years passed filling his heart with memories treasured
his baby girl a teen now with her youth barely tethered
she said" i have a heart with dreams that i must follow"
at that moment he knew that time has come to let his princess go
soon to chase her dreams she will fly away from his nest
though it pained him he accepted this as it is for her best
as time passed his baby girl became a woman
all the years that passed made him a wise old man
she came to him with all her achieved glory
and broke his heart when she said "dad i have a love story"
he decided to meet her man but sadly thought
can anyone be good and deserving for his precious princess?
but when he met him he saw that he held her heart
and so gave his blessing by telling"treat her royally and nothing less"
soon it was time for his daughter to be another man's wife
but her husband soothed his fears by telling"she will be my queen till the end of my life"
time passed and years flowed
wethered by age her dad became fragile and old
soon he got ill and was in his deathbed
"i am pregnant dad" the daughter tearfully said
with a smile ever so light he then remembered
the life he had with this miracle that he birthed
born as a baby
grew up to be a lady
living now as a man's wife
soon to deliever a new life
he held his daughter's hand
and slowly spoke to her man
"soon you will be gifted with either a daughter or a son
treasure them with all you have for they are your life's sun"
with those words and lifetime of memories churning inside
she held the man-her hero and watched him as he died.


#riyaswords (Riya Nathan)
Subham:
#Repentance:

I cry, I cry
very tears of passion
with repentance in my heart
and achievement my motivation

I tremble, I struggle
in the journey of life
every moment, every vibe
gifts me something
worth my profundity

I fail, I learn
for the tranquil I yearn
yet disguised is my avidity
and solidarity shelters my wit

I push, I strive
for success is impartial
partial is the mind
with saturated connotations

I err, I correct
for ignorance is not an option tranquility is bliss
yet passion fuels my emotion

I assume, I misunderstand
people, feelings, situations
with repentance in the heart and optimism in my thoughts

I beg, I try
with courage and obligation
as apologies do their duty,
I rest in peace every ambiguity

I cry, I cry
very tears of passion
aspiring for the pleasure and bliss so immortal

#Hindered_Hues

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Being Strangers

Once, on a day,
through the life’s way.
You meet one, stranger,
and s/he become your life changer.

Doing every possible thing,
to get attached by the strings.
Either it’s running miles,
or even by faking smiles.

Strangers become friends,
over & over like trends.
Sharing every laugh,
even the fears & tears, in half.

Sooner on a day, you feel,
being more than friends.
So some way, you steal..
heart, being more than trends.

You’ll never realize,
the miracles you did.
To make him/her ever realize,
just happiness, all you did.

Hugging, Kissing, cuddling,
time keeps flying away.
Later it’s puddling or muddling,
life keeps changing away.

Once, on a day,
it becomes a blame game.
somehow or someway,
relationship becomes a lame name.

Taking each other for granted,
or with time you’re changing.
feelings aren’t strong as planted,
because someone stopped trying.

Over & over once on a day,
tolerance is now enough.
It just happens this way,
it’s impossible & is now tough.

Someone who you liked the most,
is someone now, hated the most.
you move on with a life changer,
again just like being the stranger.

Left with memories,
with some faded times.
Love notes & gestures,
& voices like some faded chimes.

Desperation becomes separation.
Importance becomes ignorance.
Try hard, keep them away from their pain,
before you become strangers again.

Once, every day,
remember how you started.
Try your best every way,
Just the way, how you started.

P.S.: Always put the same effort in your relationship which you put in the beginning else you will start being strangers and will even end being strangers.

https://medium.com/@wOrgasm/being-strangers-5e74f059e1d9#.wred89682
PERCEPTIONS!

By Sukeerti Nandihal‎

Let the layer of fog unveil
Like a blossomed flower,
Morning rays evoking my inner soul..
And the reflections shaping up
As I near the cenote,
Ripples with a touch on whole !

Walking down the shrine,
Hymns recited, the bells clinging,
Like the flow of nectar in the flower..
As the song wafts through the air,
Being never short of a peaceful treat,
Doors ajar even for the dour!

Acoustics it was,
Musical pillars they said,
All I could find myself was in nature's allure..
Preened they were , chirping
Under the shadows of connifer,
Emotions they were, in ture!

http://telegra.ph/Perceptions-03-04
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