Autumn
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Autumn in Hyderabad
The fall has begun; the withering of the last leavesDesiring the friendlier cages of love unmatched.I walk past the doors of the monsoon closing in onMy debt-ridden past. I am invited in but politelyDecline the offer. No devil drawing the dotted lineCan change my mind nor can the upright tanglesOf Time know better. Bathukamma, Dussehra, Continue reading
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SEPTEMBER
Has it all gone to waste?Now that summer’s moved onWith autumn greatly debased.The starless gaze of early dawnLooks quite timid when facedWith the fact that time has gone. No chase could ever matter moreThan the one I perpetually took.Upset dreams come to the foreAnd have us all brought to book.The flogging of this downpourMakes me Continue reading
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THE MEANING OF PUJA
The breeze is light and the leaves now fall Concealed within the dark, that’s not all When the noises of Puja seek some sound Just as the gale blows wildly all around The smell of the fragrant Shiuli in bloom Flowing across every door and every room Letting you know that Puja is on its Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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