sanctum

swearing by my heart,
he bestowed me 
secrecy, saffrons and
salvation under a
single shell,
worshipping my 
flowers, faiths 
and fatalities,
he loves even my
sketches like hell, 
every ruined castle
he takes me to 
changes to
sacred sanctum,
he serves all 
the definitions of 
what it is called
devotion, generous 
and handsome,
yes i am inert , 
incompetent and 
incondite in their
imprisoned minds,
wiping my blue 
days off , he pleases
even my seconds 
with solemness,
they say poets 
and their bruised 
hearts truly 
belong to no one,
but my soul and skies 
for his life are 
everready to 
turn up my orison,
oceans and oxytocin,
this love is
sagacious,
out of brains of
pungent people ,
this love is my 
renowned remedy,
i could not care less,
if they quote it
illegal and lethal. 

- chetna 🌻 


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