“The immigrant’s heart marches to the beat of two quite different drums, one from the old homeland and the other from the new. The immigrant has to bridge these two worlds, living comfortably in the new and bringing the best of his or her ancient identity and heritage to bear on life in an adopted homeland.”- Mary McAleese
Reading yet another evocative book one night
I thought- why were so many immigrants compelled to write
Stories set in lands whose shores they had left behind
Narratives giving a glimpse into the longing in their minds..
Perhaps the gnawing pain of separation necessitates
Expression in words- it is an attempt to placate
The uprooted soul which in the process of immigration
Loses its bearings, silently protests in indignation..
Or maybe, forced to leave one’s motherland
Succumbing to fate’s cruel, unrelenting hands
Refugees have traumatic memories that torment
Such that to process those harrowing moments
They turn to writing as a therapeutic exercise
Demons of the past they thus exorcise..
They say broken hearts make poets out of many men
Immigration is worse than a heartbreak, I think, brethren
No wonder the anguish that an immigrant carries inside
Is woven in beautiful words within which his feelings hide..
As an immigrant I can feel, I can touch those words
That describe the love and longing for lost worlds
Words wrapped in pages that mirror my emotions
Words that stir my heart, create a commotion..
I hope one day my pent emotions shall spill over into
Words that form powerful stories too..
2 thoughts on “The Heart of an Immigrant Writer”
Do you go visit home or have your family here very often?
Visit home once every 2 years, family visits too. While I love my life here, I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing India.