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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
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MAN UNITED CAN TURN THEIR FORTUNES AROUND AGAINST LIVERPOOL
Manchester United v Liverpool FC – Premier League Manchester United take on Liverpool at Old Trafford in a high-voltage clash in Gameweek 9 of the Premier League on Sunday. Two of the oldest clubs in European football will meet in a match that is going to be watched and supported by aficionados across… Continue reading
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HOW MAN CITY CAN GET THEIR PREMIER LEAGUE CAMPAIGN BACK ON TRACK
Manchester City’s manager Pep Guardiola remonstrating with Benjamin Mendy We are eight games into the 2019/20 Premier League season and it already looks like the title race is over. Last season’s finalists (as our American friends would like to call them) Manchester City and Liverpool looked hot favourites to contest for the title… Continue reading
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ON TURNING TWENTY-ONE
Can you tell me some better joke than the one of turning old? The one which the one-eyed bloke for a penny to you had told? What do you make of the folk who shiver in the severe cold, who have no money for a winter cloak while you hoard Mackenna’s Gold? Why… Continue reading
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DESTROY SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
They took you apart piece by piece broke you down into a mere monolith which had ceased existing they tore at you relentlessly giving way to freedom of method to modern-day scientists who never understood the power you held and they also questioned your deepest morals just as they wondered about the gun that… Continue reading
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SAME BOAT
We start trembling from the midnight cold which catches us unawares and questions the very enigma of our involvement; these questions that we have no answers to have kept us safe, never once forgetting, We’ve never been this close and yet we’ve never been this distant either; what remaining pieces of “us” that there… Continue reading
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ADDRESSED TO THE STARS
There are lights on the streets but it’s still dark, Waking up to another morning seems easy to the eye, Yet there are times when you seem to lose the spark which make you look upward to the exacting sky, Pinning your faith in the hands of a superior power above expecting a part of… Continue reading
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A EULOGY
The sun still rose on this dimly-lit city the day after you were gone as did the newspaper boy trudging his bicycle upon his arms in the wake of the flooded street thanks to an untimely yet not uncalled for downpour You would think that the downpour was a sign of better things to… Continue reading
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MY SILKEN-TILED BATHROOM
My silken-tiled bathroom reeks of Dettol and the aftertaste of a connection gone wrong along with the numerous bottles of shampoo that I now have no use for, What my silken-tiled bathroom also smells of is the lingering sweetness of your enigmatic smile. It has no soul of its own- the bathroom I mean, not… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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