it was my habit from my childhood
i ran out from my home in evenings
i traveled very Licentiously
my mother told me
"come back to home before the evening time "
my mother told me
"dancing witches and devils comes downs in evening "
"please you should come back to home at time "
but after all i went out
i ran from home
in the empty streets , lanes
on the roads
i wandered on graves
it was my wish
to see that body-less spirits
to meet a shadow
to see them dancing
how they changes their shapes
and reappears
i wanted to see my self running in scare
i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows
"ghosts " " they look like this and that "
but i had never seen
nor their dance
but today after a long
when ever evenings starts
wind blows slowly
darkness starts rising in my yard
i started feeling scary
phantoms of my sadness
and shadows of my memories
souls of my loved ones comes down to me
they makes huge noises
their voices gives too much pain to my ears
and then in this fear
i remained scary
and dreadful
they all dance ghastly
now i feels UN-comfort in evenings
now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish
now i remember what my mother told me once
now
"when ever evenings starts haunting souls and witches comes down "
"those witches dance
very dreadfully
come back to home at time ... my dear
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PoetryTwo shadows Were my home That was my comfort zone One before me One behind me Two walls Big and tall I was following those steps In between the path I lost one Where it gone now Two shadows One was before me Another was of my own How wil...
