the past

what do i say about the past?

those old, old times

pain, and nothing but

yet here i am, telling you, reminiscing.

everyone has a story, they say

some stepping stone, some pond before their ocean

well, let me tell you one about a child.

a third child born in a family

and the first child born in that family.

to a father who expected the best,

and a mother who cared, supposedly.

albeit, these two qualities at many times, did not seem to be true

to them, for the two boys

the oldest sibling and his youngest

a late night of delicacies and drinks later,

out of time, out of luck

out of all hope 

one night, stranded

when all was lost, they were lost as well

dark nights, rainy nights

and yet, they found something that night

a sense of truth

maybe this is the real world, they said

maybe this is how it was supposed to be

drenched in icy water

noses running

eyes streaming

and yet,

they found what most of them never even thought of

they felt what most never even dreamt of

freedom

freedom from the bird cages of childhood

freedom from the shackles of responsibility

freedom from the handcuffs of expectation

these boys, that night

ah, these 'boys'

after that night, they were only boys by age and body

by mind, by intellect, by emotions

even calling them men would not suit them, even at the mere ages of 9 and 15

they knew more than any could imagine

they understood each note, each key for what it was truly meant to be

and yet,

it was not normal, they were told

it was not something two siblings should do

parents suddenly seemed to care again, suddenly seemed to appear

aunts and uncles called, asked questions they all knew the answer to

typical, isn't it?

the lies they were fed for the sake of hiding the truth

but they knew

it was not their parents, who showed them the light

it was not their friends, who taught them how to love

God gave them the will

only they knew the will

the will that was all they needed

the will that turned everything around

what was so special which they had, you ask?

they knew, where others didn't

these two

underestimated by all

unacknowledged by everyone

together, they quietly proved it all wrong

they made their mark, without a trace of who it could have been

the world will never know them, nor do they wish for themselves to be known

all they wish for is

God's will.

who are they, you ask?

who could they be?

what could they have possibly done?

absurd questions, will get you nowhere

for these, alas, they will only give you a memory you will wish the seven heavens to forget, but you never will

all the world needs to know is,

they're back,

they're ready,

and they aren't quiet anymore.

~to the two who sold the world

i miss you