Humanity
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SOMETIMES I CRY
When the day is over, And the sun sets I come out of hiding It is dark around, Darker than the black I wear But dark is what I seek I have forgotten joy Learnt to embrace hatred If I can’t, you can’t too Sometimes I cry Overburdened by my failings As son, friend and Continue reading
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FAREWELL TO OUR INDIAN GLORY
Farewell to all our Indian glory, Farewell to all our Indian fame, So famed in combative story, Farewell even to the Indian name. Now blood runs over its green hills And spills over towards the ocean Religion is one among its many ills A package of scoundrels in a nation. When torture and death didnt Continue reading
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AS I LAY DYING
And as I lay dying, breathless and in torment I asked myself what kind of life I had spent Had it been one full of highs and secret lows Was it the right alternative I regularly chose? The Gods paid me a visit but they were not kind “We’ll just take a look around, if Continue reading
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TO LET YOU KNOW
Merciless winter mornings spent on the grass Hiding behind the comfort of teenage ecstasy Waiting for warmth and the winds to pass, We did not love mildly, nor were we untamed A little bit like two tenacious rivers I recall that bench where our love got named, A touch that sent shivers down my nape Continue reading
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VERDICT
I will confess to you Because you showed me the picture Of the man who I had come to become And the way you turned it over upside down Showed a classic case of comic timing And then I thought of that old man Who had by now given up the struggle With shadows now Continue reading
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THE ILLUSION OF THE MIND
Blissful soul, Not an illusion, Not after what we did Delusion, In time. Beating hearts, Escaping from permanence, Miles from reality but verging Perpetuation, After life. Telling lies, Striding after activity, Never peaceful and killing me Calm, Truthful hurt. Loving you, Chose to walk, Chose hurt over love anyway, Haunting, Terrifying nights. Grudging mind, Making Continue reading
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If I Could Tell You
The story I shall tell you is one of defeat, And of times I struggled to find my feet. I’ve gone against all odds and met them head-on, But when I woke up my dream was gone. The result is shocking but it’s nothing new, It would be so much easier if I could tell Continue reading
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AN ABHORRENT IDEA
Pushing her books and hair out-of-the-way, Advancing like it was just another day, She looks up to see the clouds of despair meet, Looks down to her soul that she can never cheat. A harrowing existence brought to life by hate, But there’s no way that she can escape her fate, It’s written in the Continue reading
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INDIA AT 70- AN IDEA GONE ASTRAY?
India today finds itself at a crossroads: the decision of whether to move ahead with the times by embracing the West or to stay stagnant by sticking to her own convictions has been killing her for quite some time now. But India is no longer that meagre, weak, submissive land of Maharajahs, snake charmers Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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