Ishaisms, Poetry

Victims of the times

If only we lived in another age,
you’d send me roses everyday,
court my chaperoned self,
and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake.
I’d write you long, perfumed letters,
transport you to the last time we were together,
tell you of my favourite books and tunes,
which you’d then read and lend an ear to –
all the while thinking of me…
and I of you…

But now you’re a mere text away from me,
conversations lost like whispers in the breeze,
love notes too, are lost in translation,
as messages become subject to multifarious interpretations;
meetings take place behind glass screens,
and expressions have turned to animated emojis…
Oh, rue the rushed romance of these days,
where entire loves are lived behind the scenes!

Β© Isha Garg

64 thoughts on “Victims of the times”

  1. Oh! The beauty of love letters and roses – all lost toπŸ₯€πŸ’Œ.
    I love the vibes of old romance drenched with fragrances of longing here. The realities of online love predicted so well.❀️

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    1. Oh this is not about online love, Sameera.. It’s about the modern day romance 😁 Love the comment and “old romance drenched with fragrances of longing”. You’re such a poetess! πŸ˜πŸ’Ÿ

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  2. I can so relate to this. I love the way romance used to be. Everything is so digital now the lines between love and lust have been lost. Men no longer romance women. What a terrible shame.
    Sorry, I could go on and on. See how you inspire me?

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  3. β€œOh rue the rushed romance…” ah, indeed sweet soul! We are not of this time, we are poets, relics from the era of our forefathers when careful thought was placed into words used, and words could be held to every letter therein! Now words are loose, ladies of the night inviting empaths into dark alleyways of misinterpretation.
    With luscious lips that often blurt out burps of lazy abbreviations.
    Fo sure πŸ˜‰
    How fortunate that your wonderful words here are the very antithesis to that which you rue! Quality to a degree that we look past the electronic screen directly into your unique soul! πŸŒΉπŸ’–πŸ’–

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    1. I am delighted, awed and charmed by your comment here, worded to poetic perfection – definitely better than the poem itself- a reverie so transporting, thoughtful, and hilarious! Oh you made my day with that image of the “dark alleyways” and “burps of lazy abbreviations”, fo sho Lady D! πŸ˜πŸ’•πŸ‘πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ™Œ hahah! πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’Ÿ


  4. I love your juxtaposition of the two eras where romance flourished in different ways. The first stanza reminded me of the correspondence we had during a six month long-distance romance. (We’ve been married now almost 30 years!) I cherished the letters he sent me back in the 1980’s and labored over the one’s I sent him to make sure that they expressed my heart. (No perfume, though!) Thank you for taking me back to that time when I would hold his letters to my heart and listen to the CD (or was it a tape back then?) he had made for me. Your poem took me to a lovely place. Thank you.

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    1. LuAnne, you just gave me words to cherish forever and reminded me why I started this blog! There’s nothing like taking readers back to a moment or making them happy with words… You’re lucky you got to experience what you did – seems like a charming, different era. The part about the tape reminded me of a mix tape of my father’s that my sister and I used to listen to for hours which had songs by the greats – George Michael, Lionel Richie, The Eagles..
      Despite these digressions, dear lady, all I want to say is thank-you for such a special message. My regards to both you and your husband, who experienced a true fairytale romance!

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