You and I,
who never believed
ghosts existed
neither angles
in our childhood
You and I,
who never believed
a star will fall from the sky
on the other side of the horizon
and make our beautiful imaginations
come true,
even in our dreams
You and I,
who carries practicality
in our pockets and
categorized ourselves
according to weight of our wallets
could never understand
why a girl
at her 5, 25 or even at 70
a girl
at her highest level of maturity
search madly
in each corner of the city
for a particular coloured thread
from thousands and thousands
and I hardly understand
how she decides
what will look best
on her brother's wrist
The boy who is still struggling
to take care of his hairs or wardrobe
from where he gains
the courage
to say a girl
don’t worry
for anything
I am here
and wherever you need
I will be there
You and I
could never understand
why a mature girl’s smile
seems childish
and why a childish boy’s smile
seems filled with responsibilities
when she ties the coloured thread
on his wrist
Raksha bandhan is a ritual followed by Indians in which a sister ties a coloured thread, called raksha around her brother's wrist and brother promises to be with her when she needs. He promises to give her everything and protect her from every bad situations
Rituals in anywhere in the world are loaded with emotions but pressure of busy life forcing us to be emotionless (up to certain extent