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Disposable Relationships

Intro:
There was a time when love was like handmade paper—rough, imperfect, but made to last a lifetime. Promises were etched with ink that never faded. Today, relationships often feel like paper cups—used for a quick sip of warmth, then tossed aside without a second thought. We have entered an era of swipe-and-forget, where hearts are rented, not owned. This ghazal explores that fragile space between what love was meant to be and what it has become.

The Ghazal

Like plastic cups we use and toss, these bonds we make today,
A heart is just a passing cost, in games we play today.

You said "forever" on the phone, your voice so warm and true,
But "forever" now is just a gloss, a word we say today.
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We met, we clicked, we shared a dream, then drifted like the foam,
A story started, then was lost, a brief display today.

The loyalty of ancient looms, where threads were woven tight,
Is traded for quick3e-text embossed, that fades to gray today.

I carved your name upon my heart, you wrote mine in the sand,
A rising tide, a tempest tossed, and washed away today.

No letters tied with ribbon kept, no photographs in frames,
Just screenshots on a phone that's tossed, at the end of the day today.

We seek a love that's perfect, pre-packaged, and brand new,
But real love has a different cost, a price we pay today.

If hearts are just for renting, then no one owns the pain,
And loneliness is what we've gained, in the price we pay today.

Reflection:

We live in a world of instant gratification. If a relationship requires work, we abandon it. If a conversation becomes difficult, we block the person. If the spark fades, we look for the next match. We treat people like products—evaluating, using, and discarding them when a newer model appears.

But love was never meant to be disposable. The deepest connections are not found in perfection but in perseverance. They are built in the silence after an argument, in the choice to stay when leaving is easier, in the commitment to water the same plant every day rather than always looking for a new flower.

Technology has given us endless options, but options are not connections. Every time we dispose of a relationship without trying to fix it, we dispose of a piece of our own capacity to love. Real love is not a paper cup to be thrown away after one use. It is a tree that grows slowly, survives storms, and provides shade for generations.

The question is not whether we can find someone new. The question is whether we can find the courage to stay with someone old—to see their flaws and choose them anyway. In a world that throws everything away, the most radical act is to hold on.

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Love in the Time of Screens

Intro:
We live in an age where a heart is tapped, not touched. Love is declared with a meme and mourned with a "seen" but no reply. This is a story of digital emotions, where the distance between two hearts is measured in the lag of an internet connection, and the silence is louder than any notification.

The Ghazal

The silence of a single blue tick, a story never told,
My eager heart, a captive, in a story never told.

I type out a thousand feelings, then delete them one by one,
Afraid of the cold truth in a story never told.

Your profile picture glows at night, a ghost upon my screen,
A phantom pain, a hollow gleam, a story never told.

The "online" flicker mocks me, then vanishes in haste,
A fleeting, cruel, and broken gleam, a story never told.

I sent a string of heart-eyes, you left me on "delivered,"
Is love just a forgotten theme? A story never told?

These emojis are our alphabet, this screen our only world,
A fragile, virtual regime, a story never told.

We share a million sunsets through a filtered, glossy pane,
But share no single sunbeam, a story never told.

My phone is warm against my ear, a poor substitute for you,
A low-charge battery's final scream, a story never told. .Love in the Time of Screens A blue tick mocks, a story never told,
My heart awaits a warmth that feels like cold.

I send a heart, you leave me on "delivered,"
A phantom pain I silently behold.

We share filtered sunsets, pane by pane,
But share no single sunbeam to hold.


Reflection:
Technology promised to bring us closer, to erase the distances of miles and time zones. And in many ways, it has. We can witness a loved one's laugh through a video call, share a moment with a photo, and say "good morning" the second we wake up. We are more connected than ever before.

But this connectivity is a paradox. We trade a coffee date for a comment, a heartfelt conversation for a flurry of instant messages. We curate perfect versions of ourselves online, but hide our messy, real emotions behind a screen. The same blue tick that confirms a message was read can also confirm a silence was chosen. The "seen" notification becomes a weapon, and the waiting period for a reply becomes a new form of anxiety.
In our quest to be constantly connected, we have created a new kind of distance—a space between the words on the screen and the feelings in the heart. We are learning to love in a world of pixels and pings, where the most profound emotions are often reduced to a "seen" but not felt. And in that space, between sending and receiving, we find ourselves alone, holding a warm phone, waiting for a story that may never be told.
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