unborn babies

Does anyone ever writes ,

just anywhere..

Like I do?

The urgency of words,

to be  delivered 

Or else they would die,

Like unborn babies

Does anyone also deliver?

The words in mortal world

Where every moment 

Feelings die 

Does anyone dares to care 

For unheard unwritten stories 

Like I do...?

Chaos is my style

And I love this mess

I was born again

As a writer

Amidst chaos of emotions

The whirlpool, the roller coaster

Of my moody spurts

Does anyone ride too high

Or too low

Like I do?