I've always wanted to write a poem that you could feel with your bare hands, taste on your chapped lips, smell all around you, and watch unravel right before your eyes.
Poetry smells like the fragrance of mud after rain.... It tastes like the pure droplets of rain.... It looks like the enchanted art of a person made of words... Words which are so amazingly woven together....
Poetry tastes like caramel filled with crispy life incidents and nuts sprinkled in the bowl of chocolate and each bite of which again alive the memories of past.