Sister ...

I love her, she does too
i know, i don't have proof
her tears were real, i felt
emotions filled each drop

She stood silent, hands at sides
alone in the dust
i wasn't with her, i couldn't be
weren't meant to be together then

my sister, she sits there
myself alone here
i message her, dilemma what to say
i switch fone off, and finally pray

evening aazan of the mosque
reminds me her presence
when we used to speak and talk
laugh and cook and eat, Oh god!

her essence she forgot, to take
along with her aura
the house is silent, a mortified den, it seems
it turned without her scent

Now when I sit on her chair
it stands like a spare
I dare not sit on it
as only she is meant to sit on it

Her aura makes my heart heavy
a drop sheds now and then
a boy of 10, i am not
still i cry like them

What would it take to console me
a pat or a hug, i think
i cried my heart out when i hugged my mom
it didn't suffice the inner storm