Eternal Digital Ghosts
In the glow of screens, our lives unfold,
Fleeting moments captured, stories told.
A snapshot frozen, a laugh that’s shared,
Yet time keeps ticking, and hearts laid bare.
In a digital realm where shadows play,
Memories linger, though they fade away.
Ghosts of our past, in pixels confined,
Whispers of laughter, reminders entwined.
A birthday celebration, the cake aglow,
Friends in the frame, all smiles in a row.
Yet years roll on, and faces change,
What once felt vibrant now feels estranged.
Scroll down the feed, and there they reside,
Echoes of laughter, with nowhere to hide.
Every like a token, every share a thread,
Binding us closer to words left unsaid.
A message, a text, a heart emoji's flare,
Now haunt like phantoms, heavy in the air.
Conversations linger, long after they're done,
Each digital ghost a song never sung.
The friend who has moved, the lover long gone,
In the archive of memories, they silently haunt.
Every profile picture, a time capsule’s glow,
Reminding us gently of all we let go.
We post in the moment, we tweet on a whim,
But the stories we share can feel hauntingly grim.
For every shared joy, a sorrow unspooled,
In the backdrop of life, we’re eternally schooled.
In the shadows of laughter, the tears stay concealed,
Behind every smile, a memory revealed.
A holiday photo, once bursting with light,
Now dims in the archives, a ghost in the night.
And when we log in, those ghosts reappear,
A timeline of echoes, of joy and of fear.
What was once vibrant now feels like a shroud,
We scroll through our history, lost in the crowd.
Yet in this vast web of digital dreams,
We find threads of hope in fragmented beams.
For each ghostly visage, a lesson remains,
In the tapestry woven from laughter and pains.
So here’s to the echoes, the shadows we chase,
To the stories we share in this infinite space.
For in the realm of the digital, we all play a part,
Eternal digital ghosts that live in our hearts.
As the years tumble on, and the seasons renew,
Let’s cherish the memories, both old and askew.
In the age of connections that span far and wide,
We embrace our digital ghosts, forever our guide.
Fleeting moments captured, stories told.
A snapshot frozen, a laugh that’s shared,
Yet time keeps ticking, and hearts laid bare.
In a digital realm where shadows play,
Memories linger, though they fade away.
Ghosts of our past, in pixels confined,
Whispers of laughter, reminders entwined.
A birthday celebration, the cake aglow,
Friends in the frame, all smiles in a row.
Yet years roll on, and faces change,
What once felt vibrant now feels estranged.
Scroll down the feed, and there they reside,
Echoes of laughter, with nowhere to hide.
Every like a token, every share a thread,
Binding us closer to words left unsaid.
A message, a text, a heart emoji's flare,
Now haunt like phantoms, heavy in the air.
Conversations linger, long after they're done,
Each digital ghost a song never sung.
The friend who has moved, the lover long gone,
In the archive of memories, they silently haunt.
Every profile picture, a time capsule’s glow,
Reminding us gently of all we let go.
We post in the moment, we tweet on a whim,
But the stories we share can feel hauntingly grim.
For every shared joy, a sorrow unspooled,
In the backdrop of life, we’re eternally schooled.
In the shadows of laughter, the tears stay concealed,
Behind every smile, a memory revealed.
A holiday photo, once bursting with light,
Now dims in the archives, a ghost in the night.
And when we log in, those ghosts reappear,
A timeline of echoes, of joy and of fear.
What was once vibrant now feels like a shroud,
We scroll through our history, lost in the crowd.
Yet in this vast web of digital dreams,
We find threads of hope in fragmented beams.
For each ghostly visage, a lesson remains,
In the tapestry woven from laughter and pains.
So here’s to the echoes, the shadows we chase,
To the stories we share in this infinite space.
For in the realm of the digital, we all play a part,
Eternal digital ghosts that live in our hearts.
As the years tumble on, and the seasons renew,
Let’s cherish the memories, both old and askew.
In the age of connections that span far and wide,
We embrace our digital ghosts, forever our guide.
-Khushi Kaul
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