Hurting My Life Poem by lalitha iyer

Hurting my life
death comes
every beauty
it kills untidy

I dress up
colourful and gay
just the thought of the day
kills every singing spray.

suddenly it stops
from stilling tops
every action ends
reacting surrounds

when I pen
I do frown
my name is nothing
my reading is failing

after years of travel
you reach at the marvel
that journey teaches you the art
of landing upon at the very start

if it is not the distance
travelling teaches you wisdom
of living a life without rum
just to exist and vanish to mum.

they are not my roses
seeded by my hands though
they are not my lines
from somebody's book copied crimes...