An empty chair and
an empty mind
never feels lonely,
if it is occupied...

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Is still moving..
Its has been half an hour
Since the Chair is moving..

My heart is pounding..
Hands shivering..
Voice is stuttered...

Maybe there's someone..
But who..
Is that a ghost..
Or the fantacy invisible Griffin..

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Is waiting for its rightful owner,
Only those who has the power to bring
hellstorm with words can sit here,
The unworthy is not
allowed to sit there,
Because devil himself
wrote Art of Necromancy
while sitting there,
So those who are not worthy
Will perish, just like me
Burning to ashes now
I am....

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Learn from this empty seats ;
Provide rest to millions ,
Enhance smile of thousands,
Create relations for hundreds,
But still never demand anything in return to fill itself completely.......

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speaks of my
mother's presence.
As what she had
always said,
"After I die,
you might not
see me physically
but that doesn't mean
I'm not here anymore."

So when her
favourite rocking chair
starts moving,
we know it's her.

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The empty chair,

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Rocked without break.

"She opened her eyes"

"Peekaboo, I screamed, you see me right..?"

"Yes I do" she replied, though she can't.

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My empty mind are kinda same
When my head burdens up
The chair emits evil energies
When my head swings with pain
The chair moves to and fro
Like someone has occupied the
Empty space , my ears bleeds as
The extreme pain in my head exceeds
Mysteriously the blood falls on to the
Empty chair . Solacing the evil woman
Whom I've killed In order to occupy
Her million dollars worth property

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Life has become like an empty chair longing for someone to occupy a part of it.

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Rocked back and forth
As it was meant to
But not a body it bore
The soul intact sat angrily
Waiting for the family
Who deserted long ago.
The winds of time whispered the story
And spread it far and wide
Nobody dared to enter there again.

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