I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞

2. Senses

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I smelled the rain in the mud,
As much as I smelled the childhood in the cookies.

I tasted the bitter tangerines,
As much as I tasted salt-and-pepper caressing your hair.

I saw the leaves turning bronze on a fine autumn afternoon,
As much as I saw pain penned in between the proses.

I heard a child's first words,
As much as I heard the jitters of nails on a blackboard.

I felt alive,
As much as I felt the smallest graves to be the heaviest.
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❝
Five is a bizarre number to restrict yourself with,
I can sense love whispered between the wedding vows lighter than the crith,
I can sense a new beginning in the grass cut across the scythe,
I can sense a mother's solacing lap weaved in the stories and dead myth,
I can sense the intentions of your touch in your malice,
I can sense the gaze of your eyes, even when you're nowhere to be seen,
I can sense the waning reign in the dead-immemorial heroes in their monoliths.

I can sense the words that paint a masterpiece,
I can sense the dagger shot in the hearts of the bereaved,
I can sense the happiness in your message's ring,
I can sense the freedom riding upon the bird's wing.

I can sense what you couldn't,
I have become what I shouldn't,
I have sensed everything old and everything new,
I have felt only with a few.
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I can't do free verse, I feel guilty of breaking some rules and then some guardian of poetry will kill me( divya g, i am looking at you).