This week Magaly of Poets And Storytellers United wants us to write a poem inspired by the idea of letting go of something that used to be wonderful, however, which no longer fits in our lives.
Of late, I have been wondering whether we would really enjoy if we were to time travel back to those days of no internet, lack of information and sparse communication though we happen to make a lot of comparisons between the past and the present.
Every age has its own charm and utility, positives and negatives, advantages and disadvantages, though substituting one with the other, I believe, may not be such a grand idea!!
Those golden days of revelry
Gossips and giggles of yore
The world of make beliefs
The charming fables and lore
Ambling down the road
Licking an orange bar
Waiting at the bus stop
Eying the boy next door
Devouring tangy panipuris
Tiring the chaatwala
Gulping down rasagullas
In a bid to win a bet gala
The secret crush...all hush hush
The latest romantic song
The aahs and oohs and ohs
Over Bollywood icons
Reading adult novels
Hiding in the attic
Mooning over love chats
Found in sis' closet
Harmless mischiefs those were
To reminisce with a sigh
But perhaps wouldn't love
A repeat ...no...never...no more now
Memories remain I guess
Of every season gone by
Were they to be relived
Only on wistful nights
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Great poem and I agree each season in life has its own advantages and disadvantages But I do have fond memories like the stong sense of community and togetherness and a kind of freedom
ReplyDeleteYes, though we have advanced in many ways we have left the community and togetherness behind.I agree.
DeleteOh, what an interesting speculation! I confess I would not wish to be without all the conveniences brought to us by technology – yet I do think it's a shame that, for instance, the days of writing long letters to people in our lives has passed. Those treasured missives have been replaced by the ephemeral. (Though I simultaneously wonder how we ever put up with the necessary time-lag of snail-mail.)
ReplyDeleteYes , Rosemary we have lost a few art and gained a few conveniences now we cannot do without.
DeleteI turn 85 this year, the memories I have of growing up in a very small community, surrounded by farmland are idylic. When life gets too complicated with politics, techonology, etc ... I close my eyes and simply remember. Cheers. Your poem is beautiful, I loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteThe growing up days are always beautiful Helen. Thank you for the encouragement.
DeleteNice memories of a happy childhood. If you have a happy childhood and good memories you are blessed. Too many do not.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rall. Memories are a mixed bag.
DeleteI find I turn to the memories, perhaps remembered rosier than they were, when life is in turmoil. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thank you for the appreciation.
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