When Phones Were Not Our World: A Journey Back to Simpler Times

Remember the skies that stretched so wide,
Where dreams would dance and hopes would glide,
No screens to flicker, no buzzing calls,
Just barefoot races down dusty halls.

We built our castles in the sand,
Held galaxies inside our hand,
We laughed till dusk with skinned-up knees,
And chased the whispers of the breeze.

No stories snapped, no videos streamed,
Only the laughter that brightly beamed,
We shared our candies, traded dreams,
Invented worlds by babbling streams.

With sticks as swords, with crowns of mud,
We fought great battles through field and flood,
The puddles were oceans, the trees our forts,
And every victory earned in sports.

Our playgrounds stretched beyond the eye,
No filters blurred the open sky,
A cricket bat, a rubber ball,
Defined our summers, one and all.

We counted stars on sleeping nights,
And shivered under northern lights,
No urgent buzz, no flashing light,
Just mother’s call to end the night.

Bicycles whirred through village lanes,
We raced the trains, outran the rains,
Our cheeks were flushed, our spirits wild,
Unbroken dreams of a fearless child.

The simple joy of spinning tops,
The endless thrill of candy shops,
We waited weeks for fairs to come,
To win cheap toys and chew on gum.

We carved our names on schoolyard trees,
We tied our dreams to floating leaves,
The rivers whispered songs we knew,
As barefoot, wild, we simply flew.Letters traveled from hand to hand,
Promises sealed with grains of sand,
No urgent emoji could replace,
The warmth of touch, the smiling face.

Sunsets meant a world of gold,
Stories that the elders told,
Tales of dragons, kings, and wars,
Of sailing ships and wishing stars.

Festivals lit the village square,
With laughter heavy in the air,
We danced to drums, we sang aloud,
No live streams shared the buzzing crowd.

Birthdays were a humble treat,
Homemade sweets and little feats,
No cake-cut posts, no trending news,
Only heartfelt smiles to choose.

We knew our neighbors, sang their names,
Played barefoot cricket in rough games,
Chalk on pavement, swing-set songs,
We stitched our summers wild and long.

When letters written by careful hands,
Flew farther than these broadband lands,
The ink would fade, but never die,
Unlike the pixels we swipe by.

No reels to post, no lives to stream,
Only real laughter and shared dream,
A friend's hug spoke more than a text,
A moment lived, not second-guessed.

Yet here we sit, with heads bowed low,
Into our phones, we barely glow,
The world outside, a whisper fades,
While screens consume our sunny days.

Close your eyes, and hear once more,
The knock, the shout, the old front door,
The giggle fit at foolish jokes,
The muddy streams, the climbing oaks.

Let’s find the children we have lost,
Beyond the network's heavy cost,
Let's build again those dreams we hurled,
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Remember the time, when the skies were wide,
When laughter echoed, with nothing to hide,
No glowing screens, no endless feed,
Just open fields and childhood’s need.

We chased the winds and climbed the trees,
Built paper boats that sailed the seas,
We ran with dreams on dusty roads,
And carried laughter as our loads.

No texts, no calls, no ringtones loud,
Just shouting names across a crowd,
A broken slipper, a playful fight,
A streetlamp's glow our only light.

We played with marbles, tops, and strings,
Imagined castles, kings, and wings,
We'd race the rains and dance in mud,
While puddles splashed and heartbeats thud.

Our bruises told a thousand tales,
Of backyard forts and hidden trails,
Of secret handshakes, secret codes,
Of sun-kissed fields and endless roads.

No selfies snapped, no double-tap,
Just honest smiles and friendly clap,
A pat on back, a playful shove,
An endless stream of brotherly love.

Evenings came with sunset hues,
And tales our grandmas would infuse,
Of fairy lands and talking trees,
Of magical ships that sailed the seas.

No apps, no snaps, no video calls,
Just echo games through broken walls,
We scribbled hearts on dusty ground,
And twirled in circles round and round.

When friendship bloomed without a screen,
When love was pure, and eyes were keen,
We wrote our letters slow and neat,
And mailed them down the bustling street.

We climbed the roofs, we touched the stars,
We made believe the moon was ours,
No GPS to guide our play,
Just intuition led the way.

Birthdays meant a homemade cake,
A chorus loud enough to shake,
No viral posts, no flashing lights,
Just hugs that warmed the coldest nights.

Summer vacations stretched so long,
With cricket games and silly songs,
Our hearts beat wild with simple joys,
No gadgets needed for girls and boys.

We flew our kites in open skies,
Dreamt without a thousand tries,
No filters masked our dirty cheeks,
We proudly wore those scrapes for weeks.

Skipping stones on lazy streams,
Building forts in childhood dreams,
We lived our lives in shades so bright,
Without a charger through the night.

Now here we are, with phones in hand,
Lost in pixels, lost in sand,
Tapping screens but losing touch,
Missing the world we loved so much.

Notifications steal our sleep,
While memories grow buried deep,
Our thumbs are fast, our hearts are slow,
We've forgotten how to truly glow.

So close your eyes, remember back,
The muddy fields, the railway track,
The laughter pure, the sunsets gold,
The fearless dreams, the hands we’d hold.

Let’s find that child we used to be,
Beyond the walls of technology,
Let’s run again with arms unfurled,
Back to when phones were not our world.