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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
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The Dhoni Dilemma.
Mahendra Singh Dhoni gave Indian cricket all that he possibly could, perhaps even more. He changed the vantage point of the game in a country which truly hadn’t released itself from the clutches of colonialism. In a game dominated by textbookish brilliance and artistic languidness, Dhoni chose to differ. His beauty lay in his flaws.… Continue reading
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No Echoes.
Everyone here is steadily nudging, Rapidly moving or slowly trudging. It’s a relentless pace they know, As everyone here is moving and shoving. Everyone here is strongly guarded, By the hands of everyday strife. The simplicity of struggle eludes them all, Know how to make a living, not truly a life. Because everyone here… Continue reading
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A Bullet
They packed him away to much delight He was going away, but all knew To the war of second coming The news hadn’t come out of the blue. The soldier wore his uniform and started to walk He bade his family a final goodbye. He couldn’t see his kids’ tears Daddy will soon be back,… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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