We were siblings sometime

On broken relations between siblings
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Tired, exhausted and fatigued, I returned back home
Power was off and the weather was hot
The generator of the building turned bad and I felt raged
It was the month of May and the rains were still away
Sleeping without AC, I can’t manage it, my wife told me straightaway

I called the power house, but as usual found the line engaged
I tried half an hour, but then gave way
Cursing India, I lamented the decision to return from the States
Throwing the cordless away, I gazed at my spouse
Seeking her furious, I proposed to sleep upstairs
Finding no other way, her infuriated contour gave its nod

Laying cots on the floor, I reminisced some thoughts
Bypassing those thoughts, I reclined on the floor
My wife cursing India asked us to go back to the States
Assuring her to return hastily, I stared at Moon and stars, and got framed by those thoughts

What common did I find in this moon?
I had got grey hair, but the moon was still same
The stars were same, the location was same and the orientation alike
Exactly Same what we siblings used to gaze whole night long years ago
We siblings broke up but the moon and stars were still intact
Staying together and loving and caring for one another
They were still ready to assist others, willing to die for others and as always happy for others

The Moon still had a slur
The stars were still twinkling
But those inadequacies were still not potent enough to tear them asunder

The cool breeze was still blowing
The Mother nature was still embracing me
The moon was composed and the stars poised
But their composure was erupting a volcano inside me

It were we who had changed
In our daily chores, in our hectic lives, in our mutual hatreds
For our petty selfishness, for our minnow benefits and for our superficial elegance

The moon was big and the stars tiny
I was elder and other siblings small
The moon succeeded to keep the sky in concert
But who had failed to keep siblings together was me

Moon never competed with the stars
It was never envious, it felt joyous on seeing the stars

But I felt jealous on seeing the siblings glad
I broke up with them when they needed me to stand

I got rich and they became impoverished
When they needed me, I left them exactly then

Moon gave its moonshine to the stars
Remained dimmed but beamed the stars
but I failed to give my younger even their right
Of sleeping on wet and keeping them dry
became the sword when they expected the shield


These thoughts were making it unbearable for me to sleep under the sky
The moon was intolerable and the stars were making me shy
Stars were making me feel opprobrious and disgraceful
The sky was disdainful and the stars indifferent

Cool breeze was blowing but I was sweating
All of a sudden I screamed and got up

It was 6 in the morning and stars had disappeared
The moon had went away and sun had risen

What happened, coming upstairs asked my wife
Was I in a dream, asked I
Yes you were, asked my wife
What was it about, enquired she
Of a person who fled his duties, replied I

Then I wondered what I replied
Filled with regret and remorse, I determined to repent
To make up for what I had done

So, when are we flying to the States,
This India is our States, replied I
We will stay here, and are journeying to my village today, replied I

I stared at the sky
The moon and stars were not there
But I thanked the sky
I thanked the power house and the telephone line
My wife gazed at esoteric me
While I kept thanking the sky
Thanking the sky
Thanking the sky