How difficult it seemed leading life behind veils,
running through chaotic days,
trying to be a part of something unique..
Freedom they shouted from underneath the smoke filled sky of a remote village,
Pelting stones at the government forces,
The fire within couldn’t be extinguished by a bullet, a bomb nor poisonous gasses..
Freedom they shouted as they raged into the polluted night under city lights, spirits were high and so were they,
breaking laws each day
The fire within was the party they dreamt about each morning to have made it successful today
Freedom they shouted from within the gates of their contaminated institutions, their youthful voice rioting against each other from behind banners with political stench all over
The fire within was that of ambition, morality, misplaced loyalty
For them peace a forgotten term, a state of agitation the only way to lead life in circles as if it were an one-act play aimed for famed immortality..
But along came the Reaper and swished its scythe, extinguishing the flames
In that one instant before death blew away their smoke trail to obscurity,
they realized how uncomplicated life really was
how inevitable was mortality
Their eyes meet, as their friends surround,
smiling a smile which no one notices..
It was on one such night,long before, their hearts had met,
behind the back of their closest of friends..
They loved, living this secret which no one knew about,
Stealing kisses,when no one was around
It felt beautiful..As beautiful, as her smile..
As beautiful, as the curl of her hair, that flirts with her eye..
But only few weeks they had left, they knew,
Everything was going to change.
“Is it worth it?”, he thought
The question to which she answered, by walking towards him,
and hugging him silently for the rest of the night..
Memories meant more, than logic!
And just when he thought things couldn’t get any better,
she smiled at him, inviting him.
He kept down his drink and made his way across the floor,
to meet the beautiful one.
More than words ever could, their eyes spoke a language
that echoed through generations,
their forefathers had been bitter enemies; turned in their Graves,
Impossible, they thought, for their bloodline to mix.
So together, after decades, they hatched a plan to ruin
their great-great-great grand children’s night..
be it the spilling of drinks, or distractions plenty..
stepping on toes, to shove and push on the dance floor..
but to their surprise, all this just made them blush and giggle..
brought them closer.
As they stepped out, on to the empty street, holding hands,
their forefathers knew,
love had destroyed their hate..