Poetry
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INFALLIBLE
You see the church looming up, You go searching for your heart But you know you can’t find it, ‘Cause you have come to an end to praying. You hear the temple bells toll, You start looking for your soul But you know you have none, As you have used up all your wishes. You… Continue reading
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HER DILEMMA
I knew a girl who used to shine bright, Who fought against the tides of time, As the sands of sorrow remained behind, She danced to the tunes of her own rhyme. Her mind travels to the lanes of love, She battles but underneath the facade she’s hollow The chains that bind her try… Continue reading
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ASK
Ask the flower just before it has bloomed, Ask her how she bore the pain underneath The entire facade that she’s been carrying forever, Before turning into this enchantress who manifests. Ask the butterfly just before it has metamorphosed, Into love, away from all the world’s abhorrence, Ask her how her touch made the… Continue reading
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HOW TO BREAK A HEART
Since you’re not worth my love, I haven’t given up I’m stronger than that, And though my heart will break, I’m taking back my faith Cause right now my world is spinning too fast. And if you were the one, you wouldn’t hurt me so bad But you won’t be the end of me..… Continue reading
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THE ROSE
When you see trees spreading their branches, Autumn’s past and winter has come. Leaves shredding, joining twigs together, You know that the year is all but done. The leaves turn yellow while the branches remain, The pretending cacophonies may never end. While the hues of tomorrow paint the world, The soul gets to see… Continue reading
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THIS PRETENCE
Blood, Fiercely raging, Flowing across those Mountains that every man Did cross over previous perceptions, Unfathomable. Soul, Caged, confined, Signifying every wish, All burnt and unfulfilled, Always learning how to survive, Unconvinced. Heart, Taking chances, Trying everything once, Breaking free of incarceration, Forever learning how to appreciate, Undesirable. Mind, Teaching etiquette,… Continue reading
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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Looking at the stars, he remembered the promise He’d made to his father, he remembered the day, Back when he was human, back when he was wise But the times were changing, no longer could he stay. After a swim across the rivers of hope and sunshine And an ageing, frightening walk down the… Continue reading
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Both.
He was like the mountains he grew up admiring, Shallow on face but miles concealed beneath. Quietly in the shadows, cruelly watched by time, He was like the Sun- vast but deep underneath. She was almost like the empyrean sunbeams, Floating above the rays of light which couldn’t cope, Weaving her story through countless… Continue reading
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Pigeon In The House
Once upon a time, not too long ago, I had a small pet pigeon- he was a little fat, though. He used to come through my window sill, sit on its perch, Every day he’d be there, you didn’t have to search! He spoke all day of its deeds from the past, Things which… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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