Poetry
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TOO SOON IT’S CHRISTMAS
The fire is burning with a flame so redthat time stops ticking inside your head.Your soul has not known nor been so aglowand your body’s never seeped inside the snow.When you know that Christmas is up ahead,the days of pain seem to be of long ago. Love has found another meaning this timeadding more vertices Continue reading
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YESTERDAY YOU WERE HERE WITH ME
Do you ever feel the stars shine just for you?Or do you put that down to another tragiccoincidence that binds us together for the fewdays of laughter and many years of magic? Does it ever get across to you when I miss you,Do you feel the warmth of this winter sun?It goes into hiding behind Continue reading
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AFTER THE BOUNCER
It appears at first to be an innocuous-looking deliverywhich acquaints itself with the width of the surfacegrazing it lightly and rearing up without any shameup to a height which possesses no respectability at all. You’re stuck midway between going forward and backin a state of mind airline pilots call ‘the point of no return.’You hope Continue reading
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ESCAPE
When days pass you by in a blur,And weeks zoom in and out of scene,Reminding me of what we were,They take me back to where we’d been. How do you feel in the place you are in?Does the endless pain ever subside?Do your veins throb from within?Every rule of Life by which we abide. Your Continue reading
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A WORLD WITHOUT YOU
Holding my hand when the darkness came,Calming me down when the hurricanes lashed,You remained steadfast in every frame,No matter how often my ideals crashed. What was it that I did not learn from you?Your name is synonymous with sweat and toil.No matter how many I got or how few,Your story is engraved deep into Hyderabad’s Continue reading
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ON TURNING TWENTY-TWO
Where is the joy that was seen yesterday?Where is the sunlight peeking through?Why is it that I am still left with hell to pay,When to my God I’ve just bidden adieu. From now on what will life look like?Will the sun still rise tomorrow?It hides away from me lest I strike,Seeking an end to this Continue reading
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THE ROOM ON THE ROOF
The sound of the creaking of the ceiling fanfelt different when you stopped being in love with me.It was robust when you were, and inert when you weren’t, and I was compelled to switch it off.There didn’t seem anything wrong with mebut there was always the fear of getting crushed under it. It felt different Continue reading
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THE NEWSPAPER
The day begins on the edge of the sidewalk; I leave it at the bottom of the hill, cross over to the other side and repeat the act. The rest of the morning passes by keeping its fingers crossed as I speak my heart out. When it starts, it sparks of being fresh off Continue reading
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WHEN IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY
When it’s your birthday and all you can think of is the past, Then the time has come for this question to be asked, Why would you feel so despondent as the tears forcefully pull Splurging today’s pleasures, looking at the glass half-full? You’re here today, on your feet, and stronger than before, Life’s Continue reading
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A EULOGY: A YEAR ON
A year has passed and the seasons have changed yet your absence reminds us of the void that was left behind after we were estranged following the pain that had us destroyed. Your evincing notes still wake me at night asking me to go beyond yesterday’s ghosts. There’s too much of YOU involved in Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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