Poetry
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LET HER DOWN EASY
She’s not just some worried daddy’s girl Whom you once loved and then lost, She thinks that she knows the world But as she found out to her cost You weren’t what your innocent smile made you to be It was a line that day she crossed. Let her down easy, Her heart is on… Continue reading
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THINK I DON’T REMEMBER
Assurance on face, cowardice beneath your vision Seats taken, single man on a mission Of all things constant, what does time tell you? You think I don’t remember but I do. Sweaty palms, knees are heavy Still in bed but you’re scared already You’re facing a firing squad but you have no clue, You think… Continue reading
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Stay
Encased and alone, I walk Troubled and tortured and what not Watching the shadows of yesterday crawl Remembering all the times we’ve fought Waiting for the winds of change to pass you by Hoping for time to change your mind I miss your effulgence in all its pieces As you leave this faraway shudder behind… Continue reading
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“HERE I AM”
My masked friend turns up here again And with no shame I try to run And I’m nearly done. He has a way of always finding me We are meant to be I scrape my way But my friend’s here to stay. He has a way of speaking to me He just wants me to… Continue reading
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WHAT HAVE YOU LOST?
You have reached new heights, touched another peak, But as you enter the room you’re still tempted to speak, You have lost that restraint you used to not appear weak, And every chance of you having a life looks bleak. You have lost that fire in your heart trying to become a man And seeing… Continue reading
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A WANDERER
There’s some truth in every story you’ve heard, The world’s a stage full of unlikely bards, They are there in every song you’ve wanted to sing, Unaware of all the changes they bring. In a frozen state of the stuttering mind, Do the words start flowing and rhymes you find, And all the verses you… Continue reading
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THE DEATH OF SANTA CLAUS
He’s been bed-ridden for a week, But he doesn’t show his pain, Hiding doesn’t come easy, The man in the red suit has never had it harder, His kids down at the North Pole Post Office Have often told him to go easy but, The chest pains he’s had do not go away quickly And… Continue reading
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STRENGTH
Maybe we don’t speak tonight, Using just our eyes to decipher another language, Our code for “Who’s stronger between the two of us?” Maybe it’s just from another realm. We speak while we’re shivering, And while we’re too twisted to even think straight, The power to evade this fate has escaped from my reach, We… Continue reading
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Back To You
My own hands, they now seem alien to me, I’ve missed you enough already, There’s no place I’d rather be than where you are, I look down to see tears washing my emotions ashore, And bringing about my laughter still etched in you, There’s no hand I’d rather seek than yours, There’s nothing to live… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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