Poetry
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TEACHER’S DAY
Behind every right and every wrong Behind every Jack Johnson song I am sure that there is a teacher Who’s one of a kind, a unique creature, Who shares everything they know Upon every column and every row Giving everything for free A teacher’s not unlike a tree, Teach you ABCs and also the ballet… Continue reading
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OLD WORLD, NEW WORLD
They say it’s pouring cats and dogs But somehow the rain has evaded us I’ve seen you in college and asked around And here at the cafeteria forecourt Everybody seems to know you It feels like you’ve seen me But that’s just what I think We exchange glances And you wonder who I am You’ve… Continue reading
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FAREWELL TO FEROZGUDA
Dear Ferozguda, I never could part From you but with a heavy heart When I think of the happy days That I spent in my merry ways When innocence wove with pride And consoled me when I cried Of all those evenings spent atop trees By the railway track in summer breeze Samosas of the… Continue reading
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A WALKING DISASTER
Confined within the walls of mediocrity Struggling to run alongside time He’s joined the race and made the climb Working towards a road away From failure and a road astray Grappling with the here and the now He’s evaded finding his worth What’s with this hell on earth That drains out every precious day Which… Continue reading
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RAINDROPS ON MY WINDOW
They have started to come, this time in pairs It’s hard to tell how many of them Following me inside this room for squares Listen to me before you condemn A warm day, a windy breeze blowing past Sweeping away a fortune amassed. These shadows tell me stories I have ignored Living within a house… Continue reading
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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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YOU OF ME
When you finally let the dust settle Over our stark, barren past I hope you breathe love again When gloomy rivers tell you tales And the night sky finally wakes up I hope it reminds you of me When you pull on your fine sweater To shelter from the intolerant cold I hope you find… Continue reading
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OUTSIDE THE REALMS OF TIME
Tell me about all your heroes Did they wear crowns and capes? Did they ever come so close And did they time their escapes? Meet me outside the realms of time Away from the vicissitudes of fame Where the notions of hate rhyme With each syllable of your name Combine atrocities with chance Name every… 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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DESOLATION
I see your face, bothered and lost There’s a paper map between your eyebrows And the wind is blowing everywhere else You cling on to the pain dearly As if you would be nothing without it I recognise your suffering instantly We’ve been down this road before It’s as if I’m the only one who… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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