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Obsessed’s Lost Obsession

Aug 18, 2025
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By Purnima Ray


People obsessed with glossy covers,

Do you dare to plunge inside the book?


People obsessed with the reflective glow,

Do you dare to reflect the same in your soul?


People obsessed with alignment of stars,

Do you dare to love the outcast?


People obsessed with other's stories,

Do you dare to write yours alone?


People obsessed with 'McBeth’s Tragic Flaw',

Do you dare to live a faultless life?


People obsessed with Demon and its colour,

Do you dare to not camouflage your soul? 


People obsessed with beautiful rainbows,

Do you dare to embrace the storm first?


People obsessed with Fairy and its perfect tales,

Do you dare to become the Fairy Godmother then?



People obsessed with judgments and ideal,

Do you dare to mirror yourself first?



People obsessed with glory and its nature,

Do you dare to pay its thankless price earlier?



People obsessed with Theory and its rules,

Do you dare to discover one against it?


People obsessed with Perfect love at first sight,

Do you dare to love them the perfect way through the dusk's dust?


People obsessed with Moon and its bow,

Do you dare to cry alone in the dark, lighting the lover's night?


People obsessed with God and established religious nature,

Do you dare to find that formless within, to power the forgotten humanity in human first?


By Purnima Ray








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