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  • sonysehgal 2d

    Are you the lamp
    my destination asked for?
    or
    Are you the lamp
    my darkness yearned for?

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  • sonysehgal 3w

    FAREWELL OR REMEMBRANCE

    When the world came to standstill , he heard the news of lockdown from his neighbour . An illiterate man was unaware of lockdown ,social distance or the deadly virus . He was worried and wished to earn more pennies before lockdown . The house was gloomy , with a dim bulb making the darkness feel . Some gave me advise ,while some gave rumours ; all that mattered was to take care of each other and sit inside the house . He saw how people were looting , investing ,purchasing into masks and sanitizers . A small piece of cloth from his tattered shirt was sewed into a mask , just for sake of self and others .
    The walls of his house , echoed hunger . That first lockdown night , food was not cooked . Agitation was lingering along the hunger. Few days passed with meagre food in plate , and an NGO blessed illiterates and poor like him , some sacks of food . Agitation of hunger was decreased . He heard how some flew kites ,some played games or made different recipes to spend time in lockdown .

    Whereas ,he discovered his wife’s beauty after 37 years of marriage . He viewed how beautiful she looked even in grey hair and wrinkling skin . The years went by , struggling for pennies and he hardly saw or felt his wife . After marriage , daily she would wear dark maroon bindi on her forehead , tucking small jasmine into the hair bun ,with vermilion smeared in-between the scalp. She hardly wore any makeup , but her bindi and kohl eyes , enchanted him after 37 years of marriage . She circled her wrists with colourful glass bangles . And her tinkling anklets were the music , he never heard . Every morning she would pack his lunch and cook dinner with adequate ingredients . But now with scarce grains , he began savouring the memories of delicious lunch .
    He felt stupid and horrible for not experiencing his wife’s beauty and her innocence . He had laboured for pennies but missed the enchanting charm of his wife . The lockdown made him realise that he was never thankful to her . He wished to applaud her after 37 years … but this time ,she was captured in a framed photograph and he experienced her , in the lockdown .

    For some, lockdown was crashing of plans ,travels , weddings and what not . For him , it was a farewell and remembrance of his dead wife . He longed for his wife ,who had passed away before the world came to standstill . For the first time , he yearned to share love towards his wife and a 2020 lockdown made it remembrance and farewell for her .

    - Sony Sehgal

    #farewell @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    FAREWELL OR REMEMBRANCE

    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 3w

    " Hey ! Do you remember ? Our last Christmas picture !" , she purred , as snow was freezing her lips .
    " Yes !! " , he replied ,as his eyes alight like festive lights .
    " Ughhh ! I wish ,we could re- create it ,again "

    " Well ... It's snowing ." he raised his eyebrow , with a smirk .

    And they did re- create the moment , but camera failed to capture the souls from graveyard .

    #christmastales #christmas #picturec @writersbay #writersbay @writersnetwork

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    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 3w

    Some had tinsels, few had ornaments ,many had Christmas tree ...rare just had a glimpse to capture the glitter of Christmas. The night was cold and glittery glass jars were there ...just for some warmth , a Santa required .

    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 5w

    THERE IS

    There was
    the whooping cough,
    along the sore throat
    and;
    nose-blocked breathe.

    There was
    left, little
    hunger and thirst
    along;
    paining limbs
    and get to
    sleepless nights.

    There
    he lay,
    eighty six year old;
    bedridden
    cancer patient.

    There is
    a thought,
    to live more...

    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 10w

    As I am settling in to bed for the night , I hear an unusual scratching sound at my bedroom window .

    Who could it be ? What could it be ? How ? Why ?...
    All these unsettling questions are forming a hazy cloud in my bedroom.

    Oh ! Oh ! The scratching is pitching the musical notes , I have heard these notes ; but where ?

    The scratch is forming irregular designs on my window pane . It's like wild flowers , growing in my old childhood home ; I left back years back . The lines are intertwined into my mother's favourite vineyard . The lines are out growing the window panes ...same old melody , I learnt from my father ; at the age of seven .

    Who could it be ? I cannot see anyone in the window , just some irregular scratches .
    Should I open it ? Or should I leave it ?

    Oh ! Somebody is peeking in my bedroom window . I know her , I have seen her ...its my reflection ... scratching my childhood at my asylum's window .

    - Sony Sehgal


    #writingcontest #creativearena @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Oh ! Oh ! The scratching is pitching the musical notes , I have heard these notes ; but where ?

    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 12w

    She was the hot streaming tea ,

    Whereas I was the Parle G
    .
    .
    .

    Drowned at the first sight


    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 13w

    Oh ! My Camera just captured a smile and sprinkled some blush

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  • sonysehgal 14w

    A FIRM HANDSHAKE

    Her birthdays were illustrious
    along the cakes , chocolates
    and tons of clumped gifts .

    Into this crowd ,
    there was a ; firm handshake
    to her .

    He would gift her presents
    although out the year ,
    But on Birthdays ,
    just a Firm Handshake ... leaving her
    perplexed .

    A Firm handshake , that promised
    her strength , ... a will - to face
    the world , along an assurance
    of him being with her .
    She understood ,
    when a firm handshake was no more ...

    ©sonysehgal

  • sonysehgal 15w

    The Goodbye , he never said

    He never said GOODBYE , nor said " FAREWELL " . For him , leaving somebody , was the worst to be done.

    He wanted and desired every ounce of life with her . Sharing tiffins to sharing life together , both emersed in love . Goodbye , was not their dictionary word.

    Spring bloomed their love , but it too had a fall . Just like leafless tree , his life blurred the happy colors . Every shared moment was fading in front of his eyes . In their garden he was all alone ....with some golden rustling dry leaves .

    Goodbye was not their word , but cancer made her bade farewell to him and their life too . The Goodbye, he never said ....to her .

    ©sonysehgal