Poetry
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Another New Year’s Day
I rush through the morning without inching a glanceTowards the cacophony that the clock creates.The hands tick on in an inflated silence thatOnly my past can understand right then and there.History is too troublesome, harried and beyondCapacity to concern me; at times it feels profaneAnd unnecessary too. Another year lies ahead of meIn an exaggeration Continue reading
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A Document on Parity, Christmas Day 2022
Christmas Day, 2022Hyderabad Intemperate winds have played with your tresses,Fondled your neck, kissed your face,Mourned the lack of redressal at all abscesses,Solicited the void of warmth in space, Examined the ache that my absence brings,Wondered at what causes such hurt,Laughed at the misery of foolish things,Questioned the parity of flinging dirt, Spoken of the dew Continue reading
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Autumn in Hyderabad
The fall has begun; the withering of the last leavesDesiring the friendlier cages of love unmatched.I walk past the doors of the monsoon closing in onMy debt-ridden past. I am invited in but politelyDecline the offer. No devil drawing the dotted lineCan change my mind nor can the upright tanglesOf Time know better. Bathukamma, Dussehra, Continue reading
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Words To Be Written On My Tombstone
To you, in essence, these words I leaveAnd ask for nothing in return.Open your windows. Do not grieve.Try to let my embers burn. I ask you to let me go in peace;I have no right over you.To cherish this moment of release,The orange sky has turned to blue. I can’t say if I miss the Continue reading
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UNWARRANTED, GRATEFUL, THANKFUL
In the tabloids the other day,I saw you in an unconventional way.“Cine star lands role in Hollywood,” it said.I tried to turn a blind eyeAnd emit not an untimely sigh.The mere thought filled me with dread! Long convinced that I was freeFrom such painful mediocrity,I tried to read it word-by-wordBut got a shock instead.So much Continue reading
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CHANDIGARH
No city’s civic infrastructure was planned better in India. Continue reading
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SEPTEMBER
Has it all gone to waste?Now that summer’s moved onWith autumn greatly debased.The starless gaze of early dawnLooks quite timid when facedWith the fact that time has gone. No chase could ever matter moreThan the one I perpetually took.Upset dreams come to the foreAnd have us all brought to book.The flogging of this downpourMakes me Continue reading
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MONSOON LAMENT
It is here. Continue reading
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THE AFTERMATH
This is what happens afterwards. Continue reading
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THAT THIS IS SO
Take my hand, and guide it past the residuesof these brilliantined escapades that the sunshinehas written its name on today; fake sincerityand tell me that you have never felt this way before.Escort me beyond the lines where civility endsand past the boundaries where the modernconfines of our lives merge seamlessly into thepath towards your oft-darkened Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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