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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