To Akshita,

 

You are my cousin, but those words don’t define
The bond we share, rare and divine.
More than family, you’re my truest friend,
A place where my chaos finds its end.

In childhood, you stood a little apart,
But time wove you deeply into my heart.
You didn’t play, we were just two names,
Yet now, we are one in life’s vast games.

Now you’re the one who sees my soul,
In...

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A Brother is Joy,
A Brother is Hope,
A lil' bit of annoyance,
Fights all along.

A beautiful Gift,
Of all those prayers,
In him, we find love,
Oh! so Rare.

Those mockful Punches,
Some Pushes alike,
Seconds of Anger,
Love still burns Bright.

A Brother is a Thief,
A stealthy one,
Stealing my Dairy Milks',
Till there is none.

A Brother is Pride,
Always standing by my side,
Ha...

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‘Seven times’ ~ A poem for my younger siblings 

I have fallen in love seven times.

Seven pairs of eyes that blinked open

and looked back into mine.

My heart expanded into spaces

I did not know I had,

as your entire hand curled

around my single finger pad.

I no longer had but one shadow,

I smiled down to see now two.

Over the years,

your bodies changed and grew,

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The pathway is a little bit chewed

A little bit covered

          In permafrost

The later that night

          The more you surely loss

Deepen the mind’s abyss

          Feel around for the light-switch

                   Avoid the claws

The voices in my head, they are an oligarch

          They know you more than your family

                   And th...

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Siblings

By George Baring

My sister is a warthog.

My brother is a worm.

The little one is even worse.

I just can’t tell you, think you’ll squirm.

They will not share,

They pull my hair,

And never let me be.

But then at night when I lie down,

And think of all the fun we had,

I know I’m lucky to have them all,

It’s really not that bad

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New born, away from home
Strip back, left aside
Brother of mine
Met at the age of five
Father’s ‘son’ was heard in whispers
Brought up
Mothers dead but I see a mother
This is your ‘mum’
Mums at home, not my mum
Age of 10
She ain’t his mother
Want to tell him – kept in silence
His mother? My mum?
None of ours
Brother from another mother?
Indeed, he knew so too
But the women he calls...

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