Senses

What are my senses trying to prove

Of my sense it stirs just one
My soul wouldn't listen to it, none

Senses search for reason
My spirit never had a spring season

One sense at a time
And the restless mind of mine
Senses always satisfying me
Are they gratifying me?

Searching for meaning
In all my senses

One's expression needs not more than one sense
Impressions do need more, that's common sense

My senses are not just for this world
This world is not for my senses, just

For people or I think my senses
Have cheated me in tenses

Guess the senses have a mind of their own
Their concensus is a rarity, I have known

One sense to another, to each other they confuse
I need my mind, what else is its use

Discerning my thought
From what for me my senses have got

Obligations, reponsibilities and duties
Senses have been over-ruled
I also blame hope in these pretenses

Senses have their attributes
My want, to them contributes

Cullinary, composition, sight, touch and aroma
Can nature play with me a bigger drama?

They have denied me my love or someone of mine
Can I blame destiny or effect celestine

For wants are mere felt needs
My senses, to whom do you heed

Are my senses what I am
Or am I my being my senses

All I really need is a mind, pure
Atleast my needs then will be taken care for sure

My felt need, is it solitude or love?
Will cater, to all my senses I love
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