Free Verse
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CAN’T GIVE YOU UP
On rejection from the Vijay Hazare Trophy team. Continue reading
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THE ENTRANCE OF A PLAYER
What happens when the big ones enter? Continue reading
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PROMISES, PROMISES
‘I wish I had been strong enough to tell you that I wanted you to stay, and that you looked beautiful’ Continue reading
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WE SHARE THE SADNESS
‘Love was unfair, but life was not.’ Continue reading
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TO YOU, ON NEW YEAR’S DAY
I wish you a Happy New Year! Continue reading
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AFTER THE BOUNCER
It appears at first to be an innocuous-looking deliverywhich acquaints itself with the width of the surfacegrazing it lightly and rearing up without any shameup to a height which possesses no respectability at all. You’re stuck midway between going forward and backin a state of mind airline pilots call ‘the point of no return.’You hope Continue reading
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THE ROOM ON THE ROOF
The sound of the creaking of the ceiling fanfelt different when you stopped being in love with me.It was robust when you were, and inert when you weren’t, and I was compelled to switch it off.There didn’t seem anything wrong with mebut there was always the fear of getting crushed under it. It felt different Continue reading
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THE NEWSPAPER
The day begins on the edge of the sidewalk; I leave it at the bottom of the hill, cross over to the other side and repeat the act. The rest of the morning passes by keeping its fingers crossed as I speak my heart out. When it starts, it sparks of being fresh off Continue reading
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FALSE PRETENCE
It might be easy at first taking sides with myself, being led astray by the fireflies which seemed to be the light at the end of this tunnel. It might even be reassuring to forgive myself from time to time, wondering where the road that I left unequivocally would have led to. It Continue reading
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IN DELIRIUM
The hands of the clock are set in their ways displaying the time that was last seen before a calamity of this size erupted; they stare at me in mock annoyance as they oscillate between deciding whether to keep up with this pathetic charade or accept themselves for what they are. I raise Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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