We, Threads from the same cloth came out same time different colors
We , look same, eat same , yet so unlike
God gave extra colors to my brother - extra layers he could see
He got sight in abundance - The sight , the curse all the same
When children, we all are princes and princesses in our world
Everyone wants the special gift - to be the next hero
All I say is practical - human life is no fairy tale
The ghosts captured his body
That is what my grandfather said
Father , mother made counter claims but the thought of losing him forever was a sight too disconsolate
They obliged - a powerful baba came
He tried to sweep away the darkness - his jhaadu filled our home with gas
My child brain thought of him releasing a special type of "All Out"
The mosquitos indeed went away , the special mosquitos did not
My brother was still the same - bruised and wounded by the same
Next was the famous Naga Baba
Scared on his entry, I caught a corner and stood there , fixated at my brother
There was another gas, though no jhaadu this time
He performed many rites - I stood by my mother's side
My brother seemed to respond to him - as if the soul/atma directly talked to him
The special mosquitos went away - it felt
The baba arrived like a god for the rescue
Not sure if it were the ghosts or the effect of the surroundings
Now, we same , everything same, we would see the same colors
I thought the straight road would go on and on
But the daily bridge collapsed post a few months
My brother crashed on his head
The ghosts returned
Babas came - Mosquitos vanished away but the special ones still there
The doctors said ," Schizophrenia"
Once I came back after three weeks - he told about making a girlfriend but he would not tell me
I teased him , got him to admit - He kissed a girl
I thought if this is a miracle
Our father told me that he did not step a foot outside in these weeks
I kissed ,he kissed - only one was real but the emotions were same
He never could understand difference between zero and one as one
Sometimes, I feel if I am the culprit - if I gave a ransom inside the womb to give his brains to me
If that is the case - Hey Shiva, please take my whole brain and install it in him.
Now, I am 25,have lived my time - let it be his time as he is the only sweet twin brother of mine.
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Zero=One
PoetryA twin sister goes through a range of emotions when she found out the condition of brother.A poem to depict the same.