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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Looking at the stars, he remembered the promise He’d made to his father, he remembered the day, Back when he was human, back when he was wise But the times were changing, no longer could he stay. After a swim across the rivers of hope and sunshine And an ageing, frightening walk down the… Continue reading
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Both.
He was like the mountains he grew up admiring, Shallow on face but miles concealed beneath. Quietly in the shadows, cruelly watched by time, He was like the Sun- vast but deep underneath. She was almost like the empyrean sunbeams, Floating above the rays of light which couldn’t cope, Weaving her story through countless… Continue reading
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The Law of Averages.
Darren Julius Garvey Sammy walks down the steps leading from the away dressing room of the Rajiv Gandhi International Cricket Stadium in Hyderabad into the insane May heat. He’s just finished having a chat with fellow West Indian Dwayne Bravo. The latter’s playing for the Lions in the IPL while Sammy’s away commentating. It’s 7… Continue reading
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Candle In The Wind.
Goodbye, Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork and they whispered into your brain, They set you on the treadmill and they made you change your name. Goodbye, Kolkata’s rose, may you ever grow in… Continue reading
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My mate Tapasi, The Flickster.
I first met Tapasi Raju Yerra in the summer of 2012 when we were both playing an inter-academy T20 tournament in a place called Bandlaguda, on the outskirts of Hyderabad. We played against each other and he took a five-wicket haul in that game (he didn’t get me, I remember!). I remember thinking that this… Continue reading
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You.
Wake up, move out. Live to see the things that Have been sent on earth to please You of all hearts, you’re among a million, Tell yourself that you can love more than you do, Tell yourself that you can bring back life into the dead. Life is but a string of unending resistance… Continue reading
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Pigeon In The House
Once upon a time, not too long ago, I had a small pet pigeon- he was a little fat, though. He used to come through my window sill, sit on its perch, Every day he’d be there, you didn’t have to search! He spoke all day of its deeds from the past, Things which… Continue reading
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Vultures.
Down to the wire, I wanted water but I’ll walk through the fire, If this is what it takes to take me even higher, Then I’ll come through, like I do, Every time the world keeps testing me, testing me. Continue reading
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Hero Of The Past.
All of the beauty went away in a matter of seconds, I couldn’t believe how quick it had all been. The tides washed away all my tears, The sea didn’t know how much more they had been. I tried to walk home at night, alone, As I thought about all the memories of past.… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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