Poetry
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RENDEZVOUS
Entwined by an emblazoned fire within our hearts sitting dangerously close to the banks of the river where our feelings have been washed ashore along with the blood that marred this tiny indiscretion But I still check myself before I utter those precious three little words- words that brought disgrace in paradise and I Continue reading
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NEW YEAR’S DAY
We’re lying together in that small fold-out couch we call a bed, waking up after yet another night on the bender, exchanging experiences for vodka when you lean in, pull me closer, touch my earlobe and say what you have never felt so strongly before I smile, get up from the couch and Continue reading
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ONLY HEART
How hard do you think it is for me when I no longer see you beside me after I have woken up from yet another night of having slept dreamlessly when you comfort me, tell me that everything is alright How does it really feel when you know that you’re always on my mind? Continue reading
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IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS
I can see the dimming lights aglow from afar as Uncle Sam and Aunt Myra jostle for space in the crowded kitchen corridor while you crack a joke on how warm it has been and Mona and Robin fight about who will get the best presents this year You have been back for over Continue reading
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THE SEARCH FOR EVERYTHING
I saw you turn your head towards the sun which was slowly disappearing into the horizon and thought of asking you why you said nothing when I would refuse to speak to you or blame you for everything But I knew you would always give me that smile the one that said that you’ll Continue reading
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AT HOPE’S END
Do you still sob as you recall the night When death told you an elaborate lie? It didn’t visit nor did it set the stage alight But instead became the darkness in your eye When was the last time you cried out of fear? When did you hear of courage and hope? It’s ironic Continue reading
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SCENT
When I wake up after another sleepless night on the chairI finally muster the courage to call youand ask you how you have beenBut it wouldn’t be fair, I supposeto your husband or your current loverto hear you speaking with another man There used to be a door here, one that we entered sheepishlyBut Continue reading
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AFTER LOVE
When you walk across the street does it still feel the same? What ever happened to that old baker who had a funny smile and an addictive macaroon? What are you up to these days? Do you still have that ring upon your finger or was it thrown away in a moment of rage along Continue reading
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DURING AN ABSENCE
She still steps out in the mysterious light of dawn,wearing that thing that people wear to the gymwhich hugs her frame too tightlybut clothes are unforgivingand the morning light unappealing She has seen every corner of the street by now,and yet there is nothing to tempt her,nothing to lead her back to sin’s alleys againpeople Continue reading
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REJECTION
Rejection, which you fear greatly now, will have no bearing on how you are perceived by your mother, me and others who love you. Mehdi Hasan, whenever he pitches on middle and leg, terrified of your whip towards mid-wicket, wishes, perhaps, for gentleness. Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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