Once upon a time it was
When I wasn't unconscious of my short skirts
Skinny skinned today; skinny skinned I was,
Many a questions were professional activists
Why did the Moon chase me, didn't you use to think?
And a wondrous touch must have poked you through,
Is my face looking same from every eye?
Weren't we all worried for similar queries
A question bothered me then,
It bothers me now to know that there are other people with my name.
How did babies come out of the lady's womb?
And yes, why did dragons like to capture princesses in their tombs?
There were tales and lores of a rose shade
I never suited those pink plastic toys,
I was too busy making swords out of thermocols
And camps with our levitating bed sheets
Wasn't I too busy getting bruised with my brother?
Pulling each other's hair, cursing our own blood we grew up
And somehow we ended up living for each other...
After all of these years you've lived,
Doesn't it bother you a bit, there are other people with your name?
Eating each other's halves of halves
Licking off the chocolate from each others hands (yes we did)
And laughing for hours over the floor
Till my cheeks hurt and this stomach burst,
Being angry for days yet a sorry would work it out,
Somewhere in the middle we wanted to grow up
And we did grow to be what we are today...
Don't I miss those little sorry's?
Their magical power to kill this silence,
Don't I miss your senseless jokes on me?
Doesn't it bother me to know that there are other people with my name?