Poetry
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THE DEATH OF A YOUNG DOG
A puppy was struck dead on the motorway early one morning After having been hit by a politician’s car A Land-Cruiser cruising at an unsuitable speed The young spaniel was following his mother and two brothers Across the motorway, when the mist blinded him And the Land-Cruiser came up on him too soon SMACK! Concluding Continue reading
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DEAR MELANCHOLY
(1) You have visited in the past And left your calling card before too But true to your name, you’ve never lingered For too long, perhaps you’re just as scared As I am of you, maybe a bit more But nobody taught me how to treat you When you paid a visit And left your Continue reading
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THE ONSET OF WINTER
According to what I have known Winter is always marked by the gently falling snow And the ever-so-slow rain hammering on the roof But do you remember what you always said to me? You told me that you wouldn’t have it any other way But I have never seen winter marked by your words Or Continue reading
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AT 3 A.M (The hundredth poem)
It seems oddly funny to me That I can love you only at 3 AM When the roads are quiet When the birds have gone to sleep When silence envelopes the streets I find it easier to love you at this time When you’re mildly asleep on the couch And turned away from me and Continue reading
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THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
The man I see in the mirror today Has miscalculated fate and scuffled his way Looking inwards to a life full of grey As his struggles finally come to stay The man in the mirror is being led astray The man I see in the mirror on this day Has let his sins arrive and Continue reading
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SOMEONE ELSE’S DAUGHTER
(1) Pull me closer or else you’ll get pulled closer In this entanglement of needs, wants and wishes What does your heart see in mine- one that is Entrenched with grime and filled with dust What is it that keeps bringing you back here? Away from your friends and boys your age? (2) In Continue reading
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THE HOUSE MY MOTHER LEFT
What goes on in my mother’s mind, When she passes by 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Does she remember the time she fell off the Banyan Or the time she stood unperturbed in the heat? What does my mother go through When she thinks of 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Do the teenage ecstacies come flooding Continue reading
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A THOUSAND EMOTIONS
Shadows engulf me in this palette of emotions Running over my crab-like existence Till the very end Till I am spent No pent-up rage can define what this means to me No flowers, nor declarations in tomorrow’s paper Uninspiring hope Building a tightrope When you wake up to a thousand emotions Lying empty Continue reading
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MY WOODEN BOX
I decided to write this poem On things that you have given me Which I don’t have with me anymore But materialistic or intangible There’s everything inside me now And there’s this wooden box too Which contains both of our souls And the time we exchanged it with each other In return for fame and Continue reading
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THE MEANING OF PUJA
The breeze is light and the leaves now fall Concealed within the dark, that’s not all When the noises of Puja seek some sound Just as the gale blows wildly all around The smell of the fragrant Shiuli in bloom Flowing across every door and every room Letting you know that Puja is on its Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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