रात के अंधेरे में आती हूँ,
चुपके से सांसें रोकती हूँ।
ना हाथ, ना पैर, फिर भी पकड़ लेती हूँ,
जो मुझसे भागे, वो कभी लौट के नहीं आता।
कभी साया, कभी एक ठंडा झोंका,
डर कर जो देखे, उसकी धड़कन बढ़ा दूँ।
मैं कौन हूँ?

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ना ज़िंदा हूँ, ना मुर्दा,
पर हर कोने में रहती हूँ।
जब तुम अकेले होते हो,
तब सबसे पास मैं होती हूँ।
कभी सांसों में, कभी कानों में
धीरे-धीरे कुछ कहती हूँ...
मैं कौन?

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मैं लकड़ी की हूँ, पर खेलती नहीं,
रात के सन्नाटे में अपने आप हिलती हूँ।
आँखें मेरी काँच की, पर देखती सब हूँ,
जो मुझे देख ले, वो नींद में डरता है अब।
मासूम लगती हूँ, पर आत्मा का घर हूँ।
बताओ तो सही... मैं कौन हूँ?

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A sudden whip of air vaguely smelling like cinnamon always left me in memories.

Memories of you,
Memories of us,
Memories of they.

PS: They,as in,love and hate both.

#GhostTales

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Sushil was alone in office. He cursed himself for his fate. All because of this Pandemic. He was all alone in one complete wing with 250 seats. He was a critical member of the team, he was the lead and he needed access to the company's lab facilities to deliver his stuff. It was stifling, no AC was allowed. He finally got up to go home. He drank from his water bottle right upto the last drop. He was hungry as hell. He walked out of his module and pressed the elevator call button. He was on the 17th floor. It took a minute to come and whizzed open. He felt a bit claustrophobic but he had no choice. The door closed and he was alone in the lift. Suddenly he felt another presence like another person standing close by. He moved away, the feeling still persisted. Then he could smell perfume. "Hey! was it not Tasha's usual stuff", he thought. "Natasha is at home Safe and snug in her bed".it was past midnight now. He reached the parking and climbed on his motorcycle. He felt something or someone riding pillion. His heart started beating loudly. He raced home and closed the door panting like a dog. Next day was declared a holiday by HR. Natasha had committed suicide, the mail said.

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Let me be at peace...
With in the chaos..
That is brewing inside me...
Let it come in the form of a tsunami...
At least it will spell the end of me..
Chaos to end a chaotic life...
A fitting end...
For a ghosted person...

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