"Shadows of the Past"
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The past, like shadows on a wall,
Reflects the moments that have passed.

Some memories cast in light and shadow,
Others dim, shrouded in darkness.

In the simplicity of an outing,
We cannot escape the ghosts of days gone by.

They linger and whisper,
Shaping the present with every footstep.

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Ghosts are real,
if you fear the ghosts,
but, if you don't,
they aren't!

PS: some popular ghosts:
Log kya kahenge,
aisa koi nahi karta,
haar gaye toh...

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Sky Child

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At the end of a narrow, dark alley stood a broken and burned building. Its charred walls told the story of a time long past. People whispered that it once belonged to someone wealthy, but no one knew for sure. What they did know - or at least believed - was that the brothers who lived there had fought over something and ended up killing each other.
cont...

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I like time on my own
But I am hardly alone
When others' expectations
Linger in my head

I like time on my own
But on my own I'm left with ghosts
Remnants of opinions
That come from somewhere else

Perhaps if I only
Harbored my own thoughts
I'd have time to rest
From the person I am not

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Nowadays even ghosts have become digital.

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The regrets of the past,
Haunts us all one day,
Like the ghosts that dwell,
In the hauted house,
And inspite of the things we do,
We turn the walking dead.

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Dancing with the Departed

Amelia, intrigued by tales of the eerie old mansion on Willow Street, decided to spend a night inside. As twilight faded, she ventured in with a flashlight. Creaking floors and cold gusts unnerved her, but she pressed on. In the parlor, an antique piano's keys played a haunting melody. She followed it to the grand ballroom, where spectral figures waltzed with faded grace.

Amelia watched, transfixed. The apparitions smiled and beckoned. Realizing they were trapped souls seeking company, she joined the dance. Fear gave way to comfort as she connected with these lost spirits. In that haunted house, she found not horror, but a bridge between the living and the departed, a dance transcending life and death.

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Last Thursday afternoon,
now Friday night I sat alone,
in the room with the lights
on brightly.
Let it be seen if something
passes without permission.
The window is locked tightly,
Likewise with the door of
my room.
Now I'm lonely as friends,
In silence I want to close
my eyes, Unwind after my
activities today.
Suddenly a sound of crying
appears and it was the
Friday ghosts.

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