love
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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
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EQUITY
You said you’d dreamt of meAnd since there is equity,I have felt much the sameTug when it came to claimThat unhinged, untangled sinDebarred from withinBut expressed all the same;Hence love in all but nameHas found its way towards ourFaithless souls at this ungodly hourBy making eye contact fromThe juries which rendered numbThose feelings which in… Continue reading
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DREAM OF ME
What do you think of when I think of you? 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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YESTERDAY YOU WERE HERE WITH ME
Do you ever feel the stars shine just for you?Or do you put that down to another tragiccoincidence that binds us together for the fewdays of laughter and many years of magic? Does it ever get across to you when I miss you,Do you feel the warmth of this winter sun?It goes into hiding behind… 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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DURING AN ABSENCE
She still steps out in the mysterious light of dawn,wearing that thing that people wear to the gymwhich hugs her frame too tightlybut clothes are unforgivingand the morning light unappealing She has seen every corner of the street by now,and yet there is nothing to tempt her,nothing to lead her back to sin’s alleys againpeople… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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