Life
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Andaman and Nicobar Islands: A Photojourney
Snippets from my travels on the Andaman and Nicobar archipelago, surrounded by the vastness of the Bay of Bengal in late January and early February. Continue reading
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The Man Who Belonged On Earth
Now that the words are in the open,Reason and logic bent and broken,What were the words you could have spoken? Had life cheated you in disguiseAnd left you weeping for the highs,Would the tears have fallen from your eyes? All that there is, is what seems to be-In the great ruse of perspicuity-Much less than… Continue reading
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A Document on Parity, Christmas Day 2022
Christmas Day, 2022Hyderabad Intemperate winds have played with your tresses,Fondled your neck, kissed your face,Mourned the lack of redressal at all abscesses,Solicited the void of warmth in space, Examined the ache that my absence brings,Wondered at what causes such hurt,Laughed at the misery of foolish things,Questioned the parity of flinging dirt, Spoken of the dew… Continue reading
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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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WHY I DON’T USE SOCIAL MEDIA
On why I chose to walk away from social media, despite its gazillion benefits. Continue reading
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UNWARRANTED, GRATEFUL, THANKFUL
In the tabloids the other day,I saw you in an unconventional way.“Cine star lands role in Hollywood,” it said.I tried to turn a blind eyeAnd emit not an untimely sigh.The mere thought filled me with dread! Long convinced that I was freeFrom such painful mediocrity,I tried to read it word-by-wordBut got a shock instead.So much… Continue reading
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CHANDIGARH
No city’s civic infrastructure was planned better in India. 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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MONSOON LAMENT
It is here. Continue reading
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THE AFTERMATH
This is what happens afterwards. Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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