The sisterly threads tied in our notions
takes me to her gentle world every time
she makes a way to look into my
I find in her- an unconventional cheer
some impalpable moments, the moment
she reads my face and laugh
“you aint that beautiful now”.
The holy nights used to fancy
under our blue stars
when she warmed my numbness
with her saintly arms.
Yearning to stumble one such evening
again, to wear the foolish
delight, of her being a fool
again, in front of my eyes.
Snow white is gone, now no river flows
in my room, see the canvas
in our heart getting lusterless again, for
I can now only wish you.
The rabbitholes long to see us, they
told me, the giggle, the laughter
we so apart, the hearts don’t match
or this is an illusion.
Last noon, you came to me, a
revelation offered, and I fuzzed,
there lies a kid, who wants a
friend, a companion, a sister.
There goes my bode, you child
I know “I am not that beautiful now”
but I will make you beautiful..