anyway?

standardized are the

heartbreaks , systemic 

is this filthy roleplay,

my deep-seated love is 

in traffic and thunder,

trembling to fetch the 

last drops of intellect , but 

my lungs jammed in disarray 

who would marry me anyway?

i find people of my town

glaring at my torn gown,

those raconteurs survived 

to cut out love from my life,

maybe, destined for a reason,

i must shiver for more seasons,

my teenage's genial now

drifted dead in doomsday 

who will marry me anyway?

i am an architect of 

ghosts , they were once

indolent in peeling them off,

they switched their characters 

turning to desolate deafs,

as i keep reveling in sending 

my lovers in the fall away

who may marry me anyway?

strike the needles in my

almond-shaped eyes,

judge the colour of blood 

they shed when i turn blind,

please put my name in 

the kiln like the way 

i tested his truth as if

it's meant to be the fire clay 

who might marry me anyway?

the blue-prints of my 

gown frayed in fall ,

the kiln had grown 

culprit and cold,

my name is a stone 

over which i sit alone

i glanced at my bleary 

and repulsive wish to 

be thrown in the hallway

"who can marry me anyway?"

i swore to the nature,

battered by pen and paper,

shading off the serenity

running away from his arms,

this interregnum insisted 

to fuck his peace and divine,

i shouted and crushed

flowers on the aisleway 

"no one should marry me anyway!"

- chetna 🌻