Hope
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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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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
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THE SEARCH FOR EVERYTHING
I saw you turn your head towards the sun which was slowly disappearing into the horizon and thought of asking you why you said nothing when I would refuse to speak to you or blame you for everything But I knew you would always give me that smile the one that said that you’ll Continue reading
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AT HOPE’S END
Do you still sob as you recall the night When death told you an elaborate lie? It didn’t visit nor did it set the stage alight But instead became the darkness in your eye When was the last time you cried out of fear? When did you hear of courage and hope? It’s ironic Continue reading
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AFTER LOVE
When you walk across the street does it still feel the same? What ever happened to that old baker who had a funny smile and an addictive macaroon? What are you up to these days? Do you still have that ring upon your finger or was it thrown away in a moment of rage along Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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