My Heart Poem by lalitha iyer

My heart
I pen
as my ink bleeds
when my life seeds
sown in the wild
did not sprout
and borne out weeds
I verse with my blood
in touch with none
when i feel sad and sunken
to easen my pain
of loneliness and strain
beauty of nature I see
but nature of beauty I cant be
game of love I do play
but to love the game i cant stay
my heart is only a pump
yet, as i lie it silently hums
melodies of life and moans
it aches with the world of flies
flies that die when you live
and show your life beguiles
i cry for each of the roadside whores
who have lost their lovely stores
for the sake of hunger and hood
they who lost the spice of motherhood
the fallen blooms in their early youth
little do they know life is their own truth
when you lie, my heart sink
and hurt am I losing my link
good and bad are in the eyes
yet empty lives are serious lies
my lines are streams
from soul's dreams
i unfold one by one
just to tease my brain
love dies when senses fail
senses fail as oldage sails
shall we exchange out hearts
for brains of wisdom of carts
young hearts for old brains prudent
soak me, oh soak me with melody rained.