Forms of poetry
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A FIRE IN THE RAIN
Running across, just like she vowed Not hunched down, nor head bowed Cursing her luck- a boon not a bane She has no clue how to break the chain But she can’t build a fire in the rain. Pulling together, he stands up straight He’s always known how not to trust fate Striding the streets,… Continue reading
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BEFORE I TURN TO DUST
Stand at the edge and let go Into the abyss called failure, Walk past the lake of sunshine Until you hear your voice slur. You can call me for hours then, But you know that I won’t stir. Call me deranged, call me nuts God knows I’m but not insane Forgo the ropes that bind… Continue reading
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HOLD ON A SECOND..
Do you remember the time you first laughed Or the time you picked your first fight? The moment you chose to learn this craft, As soon as your dreams took flight. Do you remember those beautiful long summers? The time you fell off your bike to skin your knee? I agree that those moments are… Continue reading
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DEAR DADDY
Dear daddy, Thank you for trying to bring me up in this cold world, Thank you for letting me live even though I was a girl. You always thought I would one day make you proud, Yes, mommy used to always say it out loud. I loved the time spent together with you and Mom,… Continue reading
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LOVE WAS ENOUGH
Ego, Our love Longing, desire Four blank emotions We are no longer one now We are just two non-entities Two worlds apart, trying to forget All those memories and all those days Seems easier said than done, but trusting fate We took a step forward to be pulled apart once again. We are now looking… Continue reading
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PAPER CLOUDS
Your steely heart and icy reserve Play second fiddle to your excitable nerve You always take on the world with no fear Keeps you in stead when the storm is here. They tell you every bend is a learning curve To your steely heart and icy reserve Pushing yourself for bringing out all you have… Continue reading
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LET HER DOWN EASY
She’s not just some worried daddy’s girl Whom you once loved and then lost, She thinks that she knows the world But as she found out to her cost You weren’t what your innocent smile made you to be It was a line that day she crossed. Let her down easy, Her heart is on… Continue reading
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THINK I DON’T REMEMBER
Assurance on face, cowardice beneath your vision Seats taken, single man on a mission Of all things constant, what does time tell you? You think I don’t remember but I do. Sweaty palms, knees are heavy Still in bed but you’re scared already You’re facing a firing squad but you have no clue, You think… Continue reading
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“HERE I AM”
My masked friend turns up here again And with no shame I try to run And I’m nearly done. He has a way of always finding me We are meant to be I scrape my way But my friend’s here to stay. He has a way of speaking to me He just wants me to… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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