Arunima A.
I am aware that I was brought in as a breach into your infanthood
Snatching up your share of antibodies from the woman who made you first
I am told you’ve handled it with grand wisdom as far as infants do
I was often donned in your clothes, we stood shoulder to shoulder reaching your mother’s knees,
Growing up, I was your doppelganger: body and mind, I am only a toy in your possession
You always knew how to play me, with the politics of pick and choose
Now I am your shadow that has shrunk half your size, in the stingy alleyways of anatomy
You were the alphabets, and I grew up dyslexic; Your appetite scares me now even more,
For every time you shove me, I regurgitate that half of the candy which had your bite marks on
Yes! Those which you brought me so much with love.
They’ve branded you the prodigal son, and yet we both are the fattened cows.
Only helium to inflate your ego balloon, but why doesn’t it make you noble yet.
Storming out of your childhood long back, were you defenestrated without an eviction notice?
You’ve grayed beyond your age, you choke on your nosh bolus, no semblance in your visage,
Nevertheless I still see through you, Aurum infused foetus you are, purging the alchemy of life
Bending at unhuman angles, weighed down by yourself
Yet you never told me that I belong in the attic, we were Holden and Phoebe,
Watching movies wide-eyed, I still have your red hunting hat,
And my suitcase is full of memories, although you scorn it for potential hornet infestation.
Aquarius, Taurus rising, Moon falling, inside out, within and without; Lights on, lights off
Random visit to Mars and Pluto, every noon- iris dilates, brain radiates
God of man, carpentry with alien bones; Hack, hack, hack; saw, saw, saw!
Red on blue, red on blue, scrubs, scrubs; ICD-10-CM G93.82 ——-
Midget and giant; demonic and divine; pillion and pedal; sergeant and admiral
Apprentice and apothecary; 12 ¾ and 9 ¾, magic potions – vanilla, kerosene, and china pot
Aslan, Lucy and Edmund; Her-Me-Ow-Knee, wands and spells out of sparkle sticks,
Batmobile fumes from incense sticks, bubblegum pinks and gelly sandwich biscuits
Over familiarity bred into contempt; breads are not broken, mutual existence unacknowledged
Naive boy! You await yuletide unaware that the BCs were pro-choice, in this alternate universe.
Bottom line- the only two wise people were never too elated with their brain wiring.