My Brother and I

My brother and I

In every possible way

Chalk and Cheese,

That’s what we were

My family was my world

The world was his family.

I abhorred politics,

He thrived on it.

Matters around the world were personal to him

Nothing is ever personal to me.

Together, yet so apart.

When we learnt to speak

I chose my words carefully

His words unabridged emotions.

I never bothered to change anyone, except myself

He brought a change in everyone, except himself

 I chose Law,

Law was after him, he mused.

He chose to be a black sheep

To make me the bell weather

He mocked at me for everything he wasn’t

I admired in him for the courage I could only aspire

I eat quinoa, kale and gymmed

He eat from kethels, buharis and peepis and tipped

I counted calories, he counted on the cook

I strived to look young

He embraced aging

I always wanted more

He was content

He loved people in all shapes and forms

I demanded perfect relationships

His friends his lifeline!

We synced in our differences

Together, we were complete

Love for literature we shared

Every year he ensured to bring upon me a non-English author

To tell me English did not belong to the English

He wanted me to quit the corporate job

And take up writing

So I could copy his ideas and compositions

Which I always did and he never objected

He was critical but proud of my compositions

Promised to find me a publisher

My fighter, my Goonda, my strength

My wishes his commands

Without you, Trivandrum and Avittom Road

And the house we lived will lack the sparkle and vigour

What wont I do, to bring you bring you back?

My NorthStar now manifests cosmically

Yet life will never be the same again

All I know is a part of me is lost

Until we meet in another realm

May he find joy, peace and all answers to his questions.