The year 1996 was a year of uproar. Deepa Mehta's movie "Fire" had released and it had stirred a hornet's nest. A lot was written and spoken about the issue touched by this movie.
A curious 14 years old as I was, the uproar piqued my interest too. It made me pen down few lines, which got lost when I misplaced my diary while shifting houses. Though few verses kept ringing in my mind over the years, but I couldn't recall the entire poem.
Today, fourteen years later, the world around us has become far more accepting. The world has made an effort to reach out to people sharing the "Turbulent Love".
For many days, I have been wanting to share the poem. Today, as I revisit those verses, the dark shades of uproar come live in front of me....
"The darkness of the falling night…
Becomes a witness to their plight…
Two broken souls…
Battered and bruised…
Fading….loosing all their hope…
Socially ostracized…
Feeling helpless…agonized…
Choori and Bundu…
The twinkling stars in their eyes…were slowly dimming…
A question brewing stronger…their spirits dipping…
Why us? We wish well…we don’t cast a spell…
Then why are we being belittled…
Why is everyone wishing we go to hell…
To each his (her) own…
Take this love in your stride…do not disown...
If our heart cannot or doesn’t want to find love outside...
Then so be it…
It's not a crime to find it amongst us…
Why make a big deal about it...
Again a great Piece....you are becoming good at expressing these kinda dark emotions....
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