Right Sister, Wrong Time for Brother

Once, I was your shadow, your little light,

The one who held you through every night.

You called me thambi, your dearest one,

But now, that love has come undone.

Once, we laughed in the golden sun,

You swore, "No one, SN, not anyone."

Yet now, you smile, but not for me,

Your world has changed—I cease to be.

I waited, akka, by the old café,

Hoping you’d sit with me someday.

But you walked past, hand in hand,

With someone new—was this planned?

Did I fail you? Was I not enough?

Did I hold too tight? Did I love too much?

You used to say, "You’re my idiot, da,"

But now it’s him you call your star.

I heard you laugh—I was outside,

When he whispered, "He should step aside."

You said nothing, not a word,

And that silence—it burned, akka, it hurt.

So tell me, if I weren’t your blood,

Would I still matter, or am I just mud?

If I was just a friend, not bound by birth,

Would I still be worth your world?

Your silence speaks, it says it all,

I was your past, I was too small.

You moved on, like rivers flow,

And left me drowning, far below.

And so I write, my final line,

No more waiting, no more time.

I never asked to be a choice,

Just your thambi, just your voice.

Tomorrow, you’ll wake, and I’ll be gone,

No more burdens, no more wrong.

Just one note, on a tear-stained sheet—

"Right sister, wrong time for me."

And when you read it, when you cry,

Will you wish you’d heard my sigh?

Or will you whisper, soft and low,

"People move on… I didn’t know."