Poetry
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TRY
You have failed enough times, you’ve got up more Withstanding the rain, you’re drenched to the core You have learnt that your caged soul has no home You remember that they took a century to build Rome The flag is well down, your heart has lost its way And now that everything seems so dull… 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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POISON
They say that you are not good for me, With your cautious lips and dewy eyes. And those soft hands that set me free, Leaving me guileless as I chase this prize. They say that you are like the cloudy skies, And I will take too long to understand That your cautious lips and dewy… Continue reading
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DRIVE YOU HOME
Long after the Sun has set, And the waves have crashed and met, Whenever you’re in any doubt, Know that you won’t have to shout, I’ll be here to drive you home. Long after your legs have given way, I won’t care if it’s night or day, When you’re tired and feel like you’ve had… Continue reading
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EVERYBODY KNOWS
Everybody knows that the world is crumbling, But they are all attached to the string. That they are all tied to with their egos bound, But to help you, see, there’s now no one around. They all know that the earth is on fire, But no one’s willing to walk down the wire, With… Continue reading
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A FIRE IN THE RAIN
Running across, just like she vowed Not hunched down, nor head bowed Cursing her luck- a boon not a bane She has no clue how to break the chain But she can’t build a fire in the rain. Pulling together, he stands up straight He’s always known how not to trust fate Striding the streets,… Continue reading
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BEFORE I TURN TO DUST
Stand at the edge and let go Into the abyss called failure, Walk past the lake of sunshine Until you hear your voice slur. You can call me for hours then, But you know that I won’t stir. Call me deranged, call me nuts God knows I’m but not insane Forgo the ropes that bind… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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