Tick-Tock
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...Dark...

'Silence speaks the loudest.'

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It's was unfair of me to sit in this
Cosy comfortable spot of mine
Around the four walls ,
Warmed by the burning furnace
To see the night shivering
In utter brutality , the woods
Out there once , now lie in my furnace
Making me sit and mock at the
Shuddering darkness
And the night out there mock
Me for my framed window paned
Eyes ,glued to see only the nature
Out there with obscurity.

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The Obscure Fetish
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Unheededly it's initiated,
with me ranting about my innumerable flaws.
Biting my lips, impeding my sight to meet yours,
albeit fathoming every esoterica you beget.
Somehow past twilight,
the whispers of mine got stuck in the space between.
My eyes stumbled upon your colossal eyes,
just a glimpse, bewitching.
Silencing the throb, holding onto my breath
I coquet you to mess up once more,
for me to succulently untwine.
And you, my love
vouchsafed a riddle for me wrapped in
enigma, amorphous.

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I think,
Life made me like a MIRROR....
A mirror that can discover everything and explore everyone.. .
But,
Just not itself....

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We enter the obscure infinity of choices and give in finally to the raging storm within the extreme depths of the oblivious.

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With obscure nature,
She gave wings to all her wishes.
In each defeat she faced,
she won herself.
She never wished to
enthral everyone
rather she focussed much on
amplifying and retaining
trust over her own soul!

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No matter how many times you format and wipe clean, all the junk and back up your data , there will always some bits obscured and never to be known... memory cards does have hidden spaces. Where stories hide in plain sight, only to modify, corrupt or surprise the new data. So what was the data you erased... what is hidden from your sight ?

Corruption, surprise or modified?

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The obscure book
seeks a reader.
Read me!

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A QUEEN WITHOUT A KING

Her mottled heart,
is a crass art,
by none, but her own obscure part,
where the phantoms squint her to dart,
turning her into a worrywart.
Potion in her life, resemble pathetic whips,
Loves she a king, but her rosy lips,
every time she perches, and she zips.
One among the ascetic kinds,
intently emotive, but mowed, besides.

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"Curtain concealing ugly Scars and unveiling obscure Wonders."

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