Old Courtyards, New Walls

Old Courtyards, New Walls 


Once, we lived with relatives,
With care, under one roof,
Sharing many days together.

Grandma’s stories,
Grandpa’s smile—
Lit up our homes like festival lights.

A dog near the door,
A cat resting near the warm fire,
Laughter and tears never tired.

Temple beauty, flower stalls,
Glass bangles, vermilion,
The thrill of village fairs—
Ah! How beautiful it all was.

Back then,
We loved without knowing what love was,
In silly fights, in sharing mangoes.
Even without saying “I love you,”
Our eyes spoke from the heart.

Then came the TV, and silence grew.
Familiar faces disappeared into mobile screens.
Even while sitting together, we felt apart.
Screens replaced beating hearts.

Now we have apps for love,
Words can be said quickly—
But true bonds are rare.
As love turns into breakups,
The heart grows old… even in youth.

Now, there are no swings on mango trees,
Only screens in front of us.
We live in flats—narrow, tall—
Like prison cells, behind walls.

GR kaviyoor 
24 05 2025

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