Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Verse

Come to rescue,
Oh abstract verse,
When writing becomes a chore
Creating becomes a task!
Feigning poems,
In awkwardly chopped
Sloppy heaps
Makes the soul alive and buzzing!
The mind asks,
"What do you need"?
An unblock, an inspiration, a reason -
If nothing comes by,
Just a fusion of random words,
Words that bloom like weeds,
Spread like moss
In the garden of thoughts!





2 comments:

  1. Words like weeds and moss, that's lovely imagery :)

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  2. :-) Thanks Shail chechi - means a lot to me.

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