The uncherished lover

The uncherished Lover 

I said I will die for you

And you made me dead 

I would be the bestest of your exes, 

The first one who gave you suitcase of written letters. 

I know you miss me

But as you never said 

I assume things 

As I am so childish instead.

But I don't miss you,

You were another  experience to regret

Let me pen you down, 

As the Hitler of love story tragic end. 

I cut my bone, 

to make you mine

You cut my throat,

 and then asked me to drink another glass of whine? 

You came like seasons of repeated revisions, 

In the gunshot of lots of love tamed reasons

You took my heart first and now you took my head , So I can't think? 

Is that your strategy? To make me sink? 

In the poolhouse of heart Manchester,

I looked my Paris in you 

But you were the coarse ground of sudan

A crises prone land to stand 

The middle is too unstable

6'2 or 6'3? A long legged devil

Am I too mean? 

Still mean, not indifferent. 

The tongue with which you used to make me Love

Is the same tongue that bite tonight

My hand that I used  to reach out to you

Is the same hand that is dreary red

The knuckles are bruised and injured

So i can't pen you down another love letter so we can make up this fight

As this ain't a fight anymore

This is the last dreary war. 

Can't you see honey? 

The eyes with which you smiled at me

Are the eyes that have rolled over my risks

The nose you used to smell my flowers

Is the nose that can't smell anything , no more. 

Now you bring those flowers for yourself

Because no one buys them to you instead

And now you put it on the grave yard of us 

So you could feel the last memory of my love

The vase you brought is empty now

The heart that loved is mended now

The hair you touched are braided now

The eyes that sparkled are empty now. 

The frowk you bought me was red and white

But now it's all red, 

As it painted the white, 

From the blood that I lost in being on always your side 

The chocolates you bought me are no more sweet

They taste like the taste of your speech

Bitter, indifferent, unemotional and do plain

How did it turn from That to this? 

( but I am glad you turned from my all to nothing) 

When I asked you one day, 

What If this ends?

What if I never came your way 

And you said it won't happen , as you love me so much  more, baby. 

But see it's been months and months of no conversations, 

I never returned 

And you didn't call me more than once 

Like it was all so easy? 

( but I am glad it became so easy ) 

My head aches sometimes, 

But my heart doesn't anymore

You come seldom to me as a memory and a cherished part of my history

But see I am so perfect in dealing with histories

You hated history and

Now you made me your  unforgotten past? 

Now, I know, you do hate on me,

For going like this, but was any other option left? 

I met you as a boy and now I see you as a man

But indeed, you were such a gentle boy and now you are a broken man 

You were indifferent, I thought you were shy

You were on your own always, but I thought you were always mine. 

What a misinterpretation? 

Like that of 1857's revolution, 

A debate went on, 

an uprising or a war . 

You thought it was another grievance ,

 they thought it was mutiny or maybe another conflict , 

but it turned to became the last  bloody revolution , 

That ended any opportunity to mend. 

Now you say you have changed, 

And now you do look changed, 

Like ashoka the great,

But i wanted you to become, akbar the great. 

Kalinga did burn, Causality happened 

My fierce king, you killed 99 of your own brothers

Now you make stupas and now you preach dharma

But that seems too much to my eyes, cause I never saw you so wise. 

Reconciliation could have worked, 

But you chose revolt 

And now , when you were crowned , 

You want to scrawl on the grounds and change everything? 

I said I will die for you

And you literally made me dead

You say that I didn't kill you

But you massacred me daily instead. 

Leeza