Poetry
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THE DARKNESS OF THESE DUST CLOUDS
May the darkness of these dust clouds hovering above us be soaked to the bone While unveiling light from its shrouds that we had managed to outdo alone. This battle will be won for sure but hope is at a scarcity now Nothing like this has befallen us before nor will we in the Continue reading
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FALSE PRETENCE
It might be easy at first taking sides with myself, being led astray by the fireflies which seemed to be the light at the end of this tunnel. It might even be reassuring to forgive myself from time to time, wondering where the road that I left unequivocally would have led to. It Continue reading
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IN DELIRIUM
The hands of the clock are set in their ways displaying the time that was last seen before a calamity of this size erupted; they stare at me in mock annoyance as they oscillate between deciding whether to keep up with this pathetic charade or accept themselves for what they are. I raise Continue reading
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IF RAIN IT MUST
(In the memory of Irrfan Khan) If rain it must on your snowy peaks when the wind stopped howling into the gale and turned the golden precipices into white, you remained unmoved, untouched by the fanfare that had enveloped us lesser mortals who only had a tiny idea about what you were trying Continue reading
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WHEN REGRET VISITS
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night fearing memory’s diatribe. Soon darkness engulfs the light which I had tried to subscribe. I shiver to see my sorry plight and waver upon my shaken skin, a part of it had once been bright although now it’s dead from within. Why can’t I shake these visions Continue reading
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ANNAPURNA
(Composed while gaping at your marvellous structure but put into paper much later.) Annapurna, your precipices looked forbidding enough without that hostile glare that you gave to onlookers; your walls covered with knee-deep snow, your tongue lashed with the smile of loss, your lips curled in a laugh that was cruel than death Continue reading
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THE YOUNG OF NEPAL
The young of Nepal live in crowded streets while moving their hips to Beyonce’s beats. They wear their lion-sized hearts on their sleeves and protect the tinges on rhododendron leaves which curl upwards and give them new life untangling sheepishly like a khukri knife. The young of Nepal walk among bushes and trees and Continue reading
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MORNING LIGHT
It’s an unending saga of finality and hope; That’s all he has known from the outside And everything that came inside love’s envelope Bites him but he takes it in his stride. Of an attachment going beyond words And a bond which moves past hearsay, Can’t escape being seen going backwards, It’s time to Continue reading
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SHADOWS
It’s not you but a very close resemblance of your scarf falling across your neck like a bent leaf trudging across the windows of an old brownstone laced with rust; it’s not you but the everlasting smell of teenage regret and images of an unexciting and aggrieved past. It’s not your voice but the Continue reading
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LET THEM KNOW IT’S CHRISTMAS
Bouts of hatred sugarcoated with precision hanging precariously by a thread which unravels in a world threatened with collision and warns you as soon as you make the switch to a life of normalcy like a simple decision which usually comes into your life to enrich every known passion associated with man and each Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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