Mountains Between Us
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A NIGHT AT THE GRAVEYARD
We stand apart, hands on thighs There’s a visible nip in the air There’s so much to say yet we relinquish the chance As if its mere existence has scared us in advance and the wind gently tousles your hair. There have been lots of dreams made That found their place ultimately here Yet, 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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ENTRAPPED
Brought upon this puny world across the sea and across the land for it is in vain that your cries are hurled and in a hollow that your feet now stand in a manner far from being grand. You’ve lost the hope and the will to dream and to break this chain but waiting 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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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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SCENT
When I wake up after another sleepless night on the chairI finally muster the courage to call youand ask you how you have beenBut it wouldn’t be fair, I supposeto your husband or your current loverto hear you speaking with another man There used to be a door here, one that we entered sheepishlyBut 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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