Love is Love


Akshita is a nineteen year old overachiever and perfectionist with big dreams, trying to wade through her entangled teenage years. An extrovert, dog lover and travel enthusiast who finds her ultimate home in the poems she can create at any given time of the day.


I do not remember

the grade I was in 

when I learnt-

(i) love = between man and woman

(ii) gender = male and female 

(iii) sexuality= gender;

equations so grossly inaccurate

that now it pains me 

how all my teachers loved 

their algebra so much that 

none of them bothered 

to strike them off, cancel my test

and give me a dressing down 

for messing this up.

I wish they’d done it;

it would’ve made me 

an excellent human 

rather than just an excellent scholar 

who crumbled at the sight

of homophobia,

as soon as she entered the real world.

I still remember the first time

my friends made fun 

of a boy in tenth grade 

because he ‘walked like a woman’

and looked ‘so gay’.

I did not say anything, didn’t feel anything,

but I saw the boy 

contract in himself,

as if trying to pack his existence 

inside an invisibility cloak,

as if rebuking himself for 

trying to be himself,

as if trying to say sorry 

for existing.

It breaks me to recall 

the number of times 

I saw homophobic jokes

fly in the sky above me 

like balloons,

and I just watched

like a mute spectator,

marveling at the sight,

unaware of the pressures 

surrounding the balloons,

unaware of how snarky comments

could lead to identity crises,

demolished self-esteems

and make perfect, confident, loving human beings

ashamed of themselves.


It’s awful what we’ve done to them

through inhuman treatment, mean jokes

and heartless comments;

we’ve pushed them so hard 

that they had to leave

and form a new community,

to reaffirm their identities,

to find love, care and belongingness,

to reinstate their rights as humans.


But I still don’t understand

why we let genitals, sexual preferences, 

ways of dressing, eating, talking and walking 

overshadow ability, talent,

compassion, affection and humanity?

Why do we obsessively police

boys kissing boys,

girls kissing girls,

both kissing both?

Why can’t we just leave them alone?


For once, imagine the number of rainbows

the sky would produce

the day we all decide to embrace 

identities just as they are,

imagine the amount of love

filling the streets 

the day we all decide to chant

‘love is love’,

imagine the warm and accepting world

we would help create

the day we all give up 

our homophobic thought process.



The views expressed are that of writer.


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