A Letter to my Sister

 Winter has come and so has my days of fragility . The fumes of clouds rise up from the grounds leaving off the moisture onto the grass symbolising how you lift my soul as fumes , the insecurities left behind as the drops 

Nature hasn’t made me capable enough to pay gratitude in a better way so here is how i am finding a method in madness . The minimal tools of words i’ve got and i try to sculpt a thing or two which in any way describe you the feel i feel . 

This is isn’t just a regular winter . It is THE WINTER . You remember the winter i found you i said you there shall be one fine season which will free me off my shackles of insecurities and anxities . Yes , this is the one 

Together we have come so far fighting every LEVIATHAN every APOCALYPSE. Amidst the shadows , through the darkness , though much is still onboard what yeah the sails are up and im glad that you are the captain of my ship 

The gods have not been kind to you ,not even a little and i curse myself for that too . What on earth can be worse for a brother seeing his sister suffering and still hopeless , like a dead man . Sometimes i think of this as. You have channeled all the fortune all the blessings into me just like a mom does to her child 

Its been two years today since i addressed you as my Sister and swear by the gods  i have mean it by the soul and such a travesty i have never been able to true to my words ,  never had been the day i be proud of me being a brother , but yeahh this writeup is not of my repentance but of your generousity 

Here i start 

 You are like a lamppost to my ship astray , the only light i ever found in the shadows of the valley . You came along , you held my hand on one fine day just like a mother pampers the child .  You made me gentle you made me calm you made me felt the world has genrosity left and at once i felt that all was in you . Every moment i felt offshore . Your kindnesss blooms like flowers turning every soiled thing into a blessful garden 

In every moment big and small ,  you have been my friend ,my diary , my call 

For all the times you have held my hand , i thank you didi you little brother will always stand 

No poetry can ever say , the feeling of accomplishment i feel today 

But know,  didi that in my heart , you have been my world from the very start