Reminiscing the past: poems by Vinni Gupta
The extinct old-school love
It feels surreal to realise how far I’ve come,
From the pure love that’s now a distant hum.
The one I longed for throughout my days,
An era where love adorned in respectful ways.
I crave an era of genuine affection,
Romance, small gestures with deep connection.
Where the love is uncompetitive,
And they are ‘the one’, your heart says in affirmative.
What made me believe in it were the movies of my childhood,
The songs filled with natural and flawless love keep me hooked.
There were no swipes or likes, but it was just stolen glances,
Where the courageous hearts took classic chances.
How unbelievably the universe plots your way to that person,
And, destiny begins weaving tales with them for a reason.
The beauty lay in those shared eye contact,
Holding hands gave butterflies inside,
that’s how it felt to be exact.
Handwritten letters, inked with devotion,
A timeless love, a heartfelt emotion.
No instant messages, no digital haste,
Just the echo of footsteps in a quiet embrace.
Unspoken goodbyes healed by a back hug,
Wind’s shiver met with their jacket giving snug.
Grooving to the music while waiting for that person,
And just when you turn, you see them grooving with you in union.
Heart skips a beat in moments when you surprisingly see them,
The day feels incomplete without talking to them.
In this bygone era, love feels like an ancient art,
Captured in verses, etched in the heart.
The echoes of yesterday
How swiftly it changed, like a flip of the page,
Just yesterday, we laughed, full of rage.
With friends all around, in places we’d roam,
Dancing and lunch rushes, our lively home.
Who knew sharing reels is how our connection would spin,
Sending messages and fixing a time for video calls, these chances also became thin.
Real touch turned into a virtual thing,
Missing times when connections had a real zing.
Meeting friends now needs some gossip talk,
But earlier, you met every day and had a comforting walk.
It feels weird when texts sit unread,
Growing up can be lonely, that’s what’s in my head.
Making friends now is a bit of a quest,
Finding time to talk, not like the rest.
For people of my age, it’s a common deal,
Friends are distanced and emotions we try to conceal.
But from this distance, one truth unfolds,
In changing times, only memories hold.
Poems by: Vinni Gupta
