An Old School Soul!

Hello to the generation I belong to,

I see people falling in love. Everyday. They fall, in and out. Talking about break-ups and heartbreaks. You can also un-love someone strikes me as amusing.

I see matches being made not in heaven but on social media. I sometimes wonder how matrimonial sites are any different from online shopping. I see love being expressed with cheesy texts and how it has become synonymous with sex.

How people are falling in love with the bodies, with the shape of them. I see the poems piled up with dust sitting in a corner, cause Shakespeare's lovers are now bae's and babies. I look for the albums but they tell me the photos are now live on social media.

I see people having crushes and flirting because they don't want to fall in love. Valentine's day is all about gifts, buy me some and I will all be yours. If this is love I am better off alone. Maybe I will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.

Maybe I will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better. Maybe I will always want to go on long walks and not on long drives. Maybe I will always want our dates to be in libraries and not in fancy restaurants.

Maybe I will never want his wallet of money but his bag full of the hidden demons he has been carrying for so long. Maybe every weekend we will do a movie marathon sitting in our pyjamas than roam in the malls wearing those high heels.

Maybe I will always write poems for my lover and make him coffee when he wakes up in the middle of the night scared because his childhood fear and insecurities gripped him. I would give him a warm hug because honestly, hugs are so underrated.

I will be the love I never received. Honestly, I don't know what love is. All I know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.
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– Yours,
An old-school soul.