Matters of heart

"Was this love? "

I wondered,

Lest I have forgotten the love I knew. 

Shrilling cries

Bruised skin 

Azure patches ,

Must be a type of his love.

"What's the matters of heart?" 

I wondered, 

Lest I have forgotten that matters. 

Swollen eyes

Weary body 

Pleading voice, 

Must be his matters of heart. 

That's how he love me, 

He adores me 

He really does!! 

He adorn me daily, 

If not with the vermilion 

But with the blood. 

Yeah, he does. 

Sometimes, 

I don't understand his way of love

But he says, he loves me

 - more than anyone. 

Sometimes, 

I don't get his way of heart 

But he says, I am already there 

- his heart is lying bare in my foots. 

But now, I don't get it 

His matters of heart 

Never crosses path 

With my matters of heart. 

His way of love

Scares me 

But I am trying 

- trying hard 

to love him my way.

May be this bring a change!! 

May be? 

But this isn't happening, 

Now my pleading voice 

Is flipping it's path 

- a path of demands. 

Demanding, 

My share of love 

Respect that I deserved, 

A new beginning 

to my soul. 

My soul which is, 

Itching to move

Towards my

Graceful forgotten fairy tale.

-Ehsaas