This Means War
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A LETTER TO MYSELF ON MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY
Dear 5-year-old me, I wish you had taken those rides up the see-saw and slide And not refused to cry when they caught you in seek-and-hide And not pretended that it stung when the dog bit your arm Sadly there was no one around to tell you it meant no harm I wish I was Continue reading
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MY NAIVE HEART
I had a bad dream Of which you were no part It scared me to see no you But I thought maybe you were asleep Like you always are when I say something Maybe my dreams sensed something Maybe they heard of the gentle clouds crying, But what terrified me the most Was not of Continue reading
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DISPUTE
Some people live all their life dreaming While others toil in the mid-afternoon heat Some speak of overcast days and the rain While the others have the world at their feet, Some cry when lost, some shout for relief The others help themselves and their friends Some like Federer while some like Gower The others Continue reading
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A SONG OF LONGING
Whenever I hear the lark singing And see the sun wake up to another fight There is something that draws me in And something that repels me They are both present in identical measures And they’re equally powerful, Now bedraggled, tired and weary This soul of mine is looking for company It achieved tranquillity when Continue reading
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TEACHER’S DAY
Behind every right and every wrong Behind every Jack Johnson song I am sure that there is a teacher Who’s one of a kind, a unique creature, Who shares everything they know Upon every column and every row Giving everything for free A teacher’s not unlike a tree, Teach you ABCs and also the ballet Continue reading
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OLD WORLD, NEW WORLD
They say it’s pouring cats and dogs But somehow the rain has evaded us I’ve seen you in college and asked around And here at the cafeteria forecourt Everybody seems to know you It feels like you’ve seen me But that’s just what I think We exchange glances And you wonder who I am You’ve Continue reading
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FAREWELL TO FEROZGUDA
Dear Ferozguda, I never could part From you but with a heavy heart When I think of the happy days That I spent in my merry ways When innocence wove with pride And consoled me when I cried Of all those evenings spent atop trees By the railway track in summer breeze Samosas of the Continue reading
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A WALKING DISASTER
Confined within the walls of mediocrity Struggling to run alongside time He’s joined the race and made the climb Working towards a road away From failure and a road astray Grappling with the here and the now He’s evaded finding his worth What’s with this hell on earth That drains out every precious day Which Continue reading
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RAINDROPS ON MY WINDOW
They have started to come, this time in pairs It’s hard to tell how many of them Following me inside this room for squares Listen to me before you condemn A warm day, a windy breeze blowing past Sweeping away a fortune amassed. These shadows tell me stories I have ignored Living within a house Continue reading
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SOMETIMES I CRY
When the day is over, And the sun sets I come out of hiding It is dark around, Darker than the black I wear But dark is what I seek I have forgotten joy Learnt to embrace hatred If I can’t, you can’t too Sometimes I cry Overburdened by my failings As son, friend and Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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