Free Verse
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The Isle of Forgiveness
When my grandfather opens his eyes, he finds Himself in a world devoid of the warmth he had Once shown to strangers. Continue reading
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Idle Past
Moving around clouds seemed easier, the penchant For appraising one’s self-worth deemed unnecessary After the umpteenth look at the sky. Continue reading
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Chemical Warfare
I don’t remember who I was at twenty, or the fading Light of a past on whom the door is firmly shut. Continue reading
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Monkey King
When they could find no instrument to hand their rage At, they chose you, Continue reading
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To A Niece Whom I Had Not Seen Until Today
‘Your hands moved in a silent dance that I had not Been party to until today’ Continue reading
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Stifling Moments of Ease
‘The unhappiness of the afternoons was brought to The fore by the joyful remembrances of the evening.’ Continue reading
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MONSOON LAMENT
It is here. Continue reading
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THAT THIS IS SO
Take my hand, and guide it past the residuesof these brilliantined escapades that the sunshinehas written its name on today; fake sincerityand tell me that you have never felt this way before.Escort me beyond the lines where civility endsand past the boundaries where the modernconfines of our lives merge seamlessly into thepath towards your oft-darkened Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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