This Relation Can't Be Replaced

Really, when I walk back into time,
Into my childhood,
Sweet memories strikes my mind,
I find that one girl, that one great girl, whom I had the best days of my life.
This one for my sisters.

We both had a habit of complaining,
Seriously not the entertaining.
Complaints about the bunks,
Leaving me in blue funks.
The mischief sweet conspiracy,
To get into the mom's abbacy,
Made just to get each other scolded by mom,
And finally ended up in our room.
You are my best friend,
To my life, you append,
When I bullied you, and you kept serving balls while I batted in the backyard for hours,
And finally turning the bat into armours.
You always tried to drag down the secrets,
 so that you can use them to have a favour, well you get,
And really, we were really the night mare for the whole house,
Scaring each other, 'see there's a mouse'.
Those, 'blue-pink' fights, when our room got the paints,
And then dreaming about the mighty giants,
When we both rolled up the quilt under our hips,
And then making promises, to get the grips.
When our night fights disturbed the whole family,
After being scolded, we laughed and whispered dimly,
We collectively torn apart the pillow covers,
Hitting each other with the books with hard cover.
Messed up the walls, with food,
And then, silently, staring each other, stood,
The cat snatch for the tv remote,
And then turning a dice to have the block vote,
Not just the television,
It was with all, adression,
the Walkman, computers and video games too,
And with the same intense argue.
We both tried to teach bicycle to each other,
Not going much more farther,
Doesn't matter, none of both actually knew,
And then tying the kite to the back of it, and cheered, 'yeah! It flew'.
I felt guilty, went some of my pranks went wrong and u fell in trouble,
But still the sentiments were arguable,
And then you again, making false tears,
Repeating the same gears,
Convincing the parents, made excuses,
Till they please or confuses.
And those, 'no, it was his fault',
'no, it was her fault',
Repeated for hours,
Struggling for powers,
Till we both got scolded,
And again, in our bed sheets we get folded.
My heart sank whenever I hurt you,
To apologise, I offered a sou,
Sometimes, being egostick, we didn't apologize,
Proving ourself to be more wise.
And everytime I had my friends visited at house,
Just like the cat and mouse,
you opened up my embarrassing secrets,
But still, no regrets.
I know, those were just to make fun and tease me,
Well its nothing in front, when you alwasy hepled and pleased me,
Everytime dad got us a softy,
And you imposed your lofty,
Always offering the last bite of yours for me,
And I always had it, I agree.
And those power cuts,
And you said,'lets act out',
They simply meant, we had nothing to do at night,
Nothing better than those pillow fight,
We were free,
And there, you always started your ghost stories,
And then asking, 'btao bacha, what are your worries',
And developing those childhood weapons,
No less than the cannons.
From anything, we fought
From brooms to bats to TV remote to rubber band to slippers to water bottles and to what not?!
Your frightful tease,
And then the convincing please,
And the time when you always used to say,
Sometimes alday,
'tuhjhe madir k pass, kachre k dibbe se utha k laye the'.
And I said, 'jaa be'.
And everytime, we were out,
Various topics talking about,
You always hold up ur card being elder,
Just like a baby minder,
Made me to do things your way,
And all I had to do was, stay.
And when , I grew up, you were the one with whom I played the mirror game,
No matter, how much popular I was in school,
You really knew my talents, my weak points, better than anyone else.
You always put up the things,
For which I am afraid to, sorting out my difficulties.
Really, how grown up I was,
But still I cried like a baby on your marriage,
Several past memories just make me think,
About those great times,
In our room, the best place we lived together.

Love you sister. Really there are certain things above humanity.