Mirakee
Are you the lamp
my destination asked for?
or
Are you the lamp
my darkness yearned for?
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sonysehgal
3w
Read MoreFAREWELL 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 @writersnetworkFAREWELL OR REMEMBRANCE
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sonysehgal
3w
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" 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©sonysehgal
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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 .
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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...
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sonysehgal
10w
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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 @writersnetworkOh ! Oh ! The scratching is pitching the musical notes , I have heard these notes ; but where ?
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sonysehgal
12w
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#morningmantra #chailovers #ataleofparleg #chaiparleg @mirakee
Image credit to rightful ownerShe was the hot streaming tea ,
Whereas I was the Parle G
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Drowned at the first sight
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sonysehgal
13w
Oh ! My Camera just captured a smile and sprinkled some blush
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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 ...
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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
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rutuja_rj
2d
Read MoreThey say, "Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations".
@writersbay #picturecNo sparkle unless we suffer
Here she is,
paving her way up,
through the thorns and obstacles,
looking forward to the destination.
Destination of success,
Destination of happiness,
that make us walk through,
The path of hurdles and barriers.
©rutuja_rj -
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odysseus
14w
Read MoreDedicated to my muse
Selenophile
Oh dear, will these scientists ever understand you?
You are someone they have always loved to devalue
Their vision is blurred and they can't see your
noble heart
Yet, of my life, you've been an inseparable part
I hate it when they dismiss you as lifeless and dry
Unable to hold back my tears, profusely I cry
You appear in phases and that is fascinating
Crescent, gibbous or full - each form is captivating
Oh my source of comfort, relief and inspiration,
Your soft, sweet and soothing light fills me with elation
Your disappearance once a month does make me feel low
But the phase ends the very next night and you're on the go
You're unattainable and nothing alters that fact
Despite that, my love for you has remained intact
Too sad dear, I can never hold you in my embrace
But in my miniscule heart you hold a special place
©charudatta
Image credit : Writersbay
@writersbay
#picturec
#selenophile #life #love #nature #inspiration #poetry #thoughtsYou're unattainable and nothing alters that fact
Despite that, my love for you has remained intact
Too sad dear, I can never hold you in my embrace
But in my miniscule heart you hold a special place
©odysseus -
shrutitripathi
15w
Read MoreGoodbye(s) are painful at times..
and so is the time of present.
But somewhere, we all are unable to express this.
Because we know, this pain creates the unfavorable season of unhappiness,
season of unacceptable sorrows,
season of old moments that slowly become memories...
and memories brings days of that old togetherness,
that is about to get lost.. after the ultimate goodbye.
Everything in this world has some good and bad features..
Same is with present and goodbyes.
Goodbyes are good because of its past
and bad because this is the only past that never repeats itself in future.
This past-future actually confuses our present,
we think that past must be forgotten and future is never predictable..
Amidst this, we ignore, we forget, that present is the time, that suffers the most.
I compare goodbyes with present.
Both are painful, both suffers.
They're never at fault,
they just face everything, in silence, in pain.
My present state of body feels like breathing past,
Inhaling memories, exhaling aches.
I feel bad, for present, for goodbyes...
both suffers, without any fault..
breathing painfully..
in a closed vault.
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writersbay #pod #goodbyeGoodbyes and Present.
©shrutitripathi
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suranjana__
17w
Read MoreThere was a tinge of sadness in her voice
When she uttered MISS YOU BOTH
with her small lips.
Gazing hardly at the vivid sun
through the canopies,
Her eyes slowly were embracing salty iotas
Which once were bound to hail fantasies.
Taking a glimpse of
the giant undyed bungalow
Residing on the rugged estate
engulfed with foliage
She recalled the o'clocks near the lane.
When her santa claus was letting her soar
Towards the azure
holding the firm rope of the swing
And her angel was there
to feed her with the slushy
Finger tips, the pungent cupcakes.
Now there resides only resonates of crickets
And those dazzling fireflies
Residing in an abode
Built by curved anatomies of creepers.
Holding her memoir full of reminiscence
In form of snapshots, verses and recitals
She let her hands pass through the folios
With remembrances of days
filled with giggles
And deadnights with warmness and lullabies
Being sung by her angel while tapping
Those soft hands onto the scalp of her.
Scripting down every notions
with a smily at the fringe of the diary
Her eyes once again flashed
the fortuitous sight.
And again there came the recall of howls
And loud voice produced by hospital wagons.
Those blur portrayals that arouse of
Eyes full of teardrops and fear.
The eyes which gazed at two bodies being
Loaded with blood at edge of the road,
With two broken cars
And two panting physiques
Making promises of stepping there feet
Towards the cosmos.
And there she was, a tiny infant
Being grabbed in arms of a fat woman
Eating her salty thumb finger
Dipped in teardrops pouring from small eyes.
Now she is there, breathing in the macrocosm
With imaginative replicas of death screams
And nightmares holding views of vital fluids.
Nothing else was there which made her smile
As the two epitomes
who held her happiness
Now lived may be as a meteor
in the heavenly sky
Or a dust particle fluttering
Beneath the humus as it travels by.
©suranjana__
#sadness#septembersnippet.
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some remember dead through obituaries
some earn bread through obituaries
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odysseus
18w
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The familiar smell
quickly filled her nostrils and
refreshed her senses.
She wondered how
she had managed to spend a
whole day without it.
She had received her
first smartphone from her dad on
her sixteenth birthday.
Slowly but surely
the teenager has become
a celloholic.
The addiction has
almost estranged her from her
family members.
It's the network... or
the lack of it... that worries
her more than her health.
Her appetite has
suffered too but it doesn't
seem to bother her.
A small defect in
her phone forced her to spend a
whole day without it.
She began to show
withdrawal symptoms, squirming,
wriggling and screaming.
Finally her phone
has been repaired and she is
her "normal" self now.
©charudattakelkar
Image credit : Rest Zone(YourQuote)
#mirakee #writersnetwork
#celloholic #haiku #senryu
@mirakee @writersnetwork #life #diaryA small defect in
her phone forced her to spend a
whole day without it.
She began to show
withdrawal symptoms, squirming,
wriggling and screaming.
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salonysehgal27_
24w
Read MoreIf people make a crap to you and make you feel like a crap; then do crap too!! And make them feel what it feels to crap it up!
Sometimes taking crap isn't sufficient but doing the same crap to that person is what you needed NOW!!
Don't feel bad or end up giving second thoughts.
GET YOUR ASS UP AND DO WHAT YOU FEEL LIKE!
Because nobody the hell cares what you do. They just end up thinking how you made them feel and you know what...that's what it's needed sometimes...MAKE THEM FEEL!
And yeah,
Don't go overboard because precautions are necessary, but don't lay back just like that too!!
So do CRAP or MAKE CRAP or just let it go...but just do something.
Don't let anyone belittle you!
YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE!
So just gooooooo!!!
©salonysehgal27_
#crap #craplife #makethemfeel @mirakee @writersnetwork"CRAP"
©salonysehgal27_
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Cover her soul
With those deep scars
Which would never leave her
Till she burn them apart
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salonysehgal27_
31w
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Sometimes it was a shoulder to cry on
and sometimes it was leaving your break to console them...
Or maybe sometimes fighting for them to someone close to you...
All you didn't able to bring off,
was just not being able to talk so much
because...
you don't like to!
But according to them you should,
as just by talking makes a bond,
and by sharing and feeling emotions
doesn't make it...
And all they did was just leaving you as a second option
or maybe actually,
just using you...
©salonysehgal27_
A bond forgotten ........
- Salony Sehgal
#bond #relationship #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetworkA BOND FORGOTTEN....
©salonysehgal27_
