curse

all the fire, all the frozen snow

all the thorns, i depict all alone, 

all the might, all the surreal sight

all the lords, i stake on as my right. 

i penned down all your verses

wishing this story never reverses, 

i drank upon all your cold curses

just to show how my love immerses. 

the breadth of our edges of choices

the length of your lonely longings, 

the height of my unheard, dim noises

they hardly saw our joining vertices. 

gazing at the last block of shelf

please fix your needs and nerves, 

that dust-laden letter i wrote to you

needs your touch 'cause it deserves. 

let the world bless us infinite torture

let the world box us into the corner, 

please answer them like an archer 

you'll burn with me even if it's harsher. 

- chetna 🌻