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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
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ANNAPURNA
(Composed while gaping at your marvellous structure but put into paper much later.) Annapurna, your precipices looked forbidding enough without that hostile glare that you gave to onlookers; your walls covered with knee-deep snow, your tongue lashed with the smile of loss, your lips curled in a laugh that was cruel than death… Continue reading
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SHADOWS
It’s not you but a very close resemblance of your scarf falling across your neck like a bent leaf trudging across the windows of an old brownstone laced with rust; it’s not you but the everlasting smell of teenage regret and images of an unexciting and aggrieved past. It’s not your voice but the… Continue reading
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ADMISSION
I’ll call you under trying circumstances but there is still going to be a tiny bit of fragility, a little bit of tenderness hidden inside this crevice I don’t know why you never show that side of yours to the world, I can only guess but it strikes me before I can call out your… Continue reading
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AT A LOSS
During those long-running conversations regarding who will cook the dinner and who gets to do the dishes there was one moment of truth I uncovered from within those dark crevices you lovingly call eyes We were huddled in front of the television with the cat curled up inside the warmth of our laps which… Continue reading
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NEW YEAR’S DAY
We’re lying together in that small fold-out couch we call a bed, waking up after yet another night on the bender, exchanging experiences for vodka when you lean in, pull me closer, touch my earlobe and say what you have never felt so strongly before I smile, get up from the couch and… Continue reading
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ONLY HEART
How hard do you think it is for me when I no longer see you beside me after I have woken up from yet another night of having slept dreamlessly when you comfort me, tell me that everything is alright How does it really feel when you know that you’re always on my mind? … Continue reading
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IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS
I can see the dimming lights aglow from afar as Uncle Sam and Aunt Myra jostle for space in the crowded kitchen corridor while you crack a joke on how warm it has been and Mona and Robin fight about who will get the best presents this year You have been back for over… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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