Verse

The story to be told,
Dwells in the soul
Spreading dim light
In the premises of the heart,
Reminiscent of  a painful memory!

The story, that was felt,
Thrives in the tears
Spreads through the years
Singing lofty songs,
Of grief and hurt!

The story that unfolds
Tells tales of turmoil,
Tarnished hopes,
Tragic endings,
Trampled sprouts -
Terminated in the womb.

The story that sobs
Throbbing on the chests
Of the female form
While nipping many buds
For the fault lies in the forms they have taken!

Or may be, it is a blunder
In a man's world,
To be born as a
Life giving mother
To those very murderers!

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!