So there is this girl I know
with whom I share every moment as I grow.
Almost soulmates you may say;
but still there a lot about her I know not I am afraid.
She is a little immature and imbecile version of me;
she tries to walk up descending escalators, that foolish you see.
The way we think is quite the same except that she is irrational;
I too suffer because of her for god she is so gullible.
She hums and whistles unaware of surrounding;
she chuckles in front of wrong people and places and is a constant source of my whining.
When she walks she puts her legs parted wide apart;
the toes facing at acute angles but wait it was not like this from the start.
She fell from a village roof years ago;
she is or better was a somnambulant you know.
Her walk has been like that since;
people’s mockery doesn’t make her wince.
But when I walk I make sure to have a right conscious gait;
ensuring no paucity of feminity, walking into the social bait.
Our talks are quite similar except that she never tries to hide that she is so high;
she forgets and babbles the same story she has repeated may time with same exuberance in her eye.
Then each time I have to intervene and make her mum;
she never tries to put in better words or analogies while she say, for sure she is a dumb.
She is still raw and rustic in her composition;
city vibes never charmed her she is preoccupied with her own illusions.
When she walks on the never ending CP circles there is never haste;
she eats street food with utter mockery to the exorbitant restaurant that could never match her taste.
I agree she is an intrinsic part of me and we are inseparable;
but what is with the every next thing for which we quarrel.
I think of putting eyeliner but its smudging kajal at midnight that pleases her;
I wonder why never an existential crisis or FOMO distresses her.
She owns very little space of my mind ;
but maybe she controls my very being, sometimes I find.
Whenever in the crowded corridors of hospital I see gloomy faces looking at me with ray of hope;
I eschew to make an eye contact and run but she as if tethers my footsteps with rope.
But what may I possibly do, I am a novice who do what’s being told;
but she sees beyond the white coat and asserts there is nothing wrong in a consoling hold.
Despite such proximity why such differences between us arise;
The fact that you know me completely and but seem like a stranger to me took me by surprise.
I realise that when we are so aloof from outer world we are one and the same;
that these societal norms that separate us are quite lame.
You are the subconscious me, my so called consciousness now seems futile;
you were undoubtedly always a better version of mine…
