Introspection
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A LETTER TO MYSELF ON MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY
Dear 5-year-old me, I wish you had taken those rides up the see-saw and slide And not refused to cry when they caught you in seek-and-hide And not pretended that it stung when the dog bit your arm Sadly there was no one around to tell you it meant no harm I wish I was Continue reading
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THIS MEANS WAR
The bugle has sounded, the treaty is signed Remnants of the past and future combined Screaming from the gallows of yesterday The deep, hallowed wounds will always stay You’ve defeated them all but do you know why You cant see the man in the mirror in the eye? They are not whom you set out Continue reading
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ON THE EDGE
Push me till the point of no return Fires of change making my insides burn Death ahead of me and reality behind this Which leads to carefree abandon and bliss. What is a life that never tried to live? Losing itself in its timeless quest to forgive I can smell death closing in but not 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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VILLAIN
He steps up to the dias to see the stage is set Not going to rest until the expectation is met He eats at my insides till he’s torn me apart All I’m waiting for now is the agony to start, He knows my strengths, knows all my faults Never takes a day off, never Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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