Poem of the Day
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THE ENTRANCE OF A PLAYER
What happens when the big ones enter? 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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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
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AT 3 A.M (The hundredth poem)
It seems oddly funny to me That I can love you only at 3 AM When the roads are quiet When the birds have gone to sleep When silence envelopes the streets I find it easier to love you at this time When you’re mildly asleep on the couch And turned away from me and Continue reading
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SOMEONE ELSE’S DAUGHTER
(1) Pull me closer or else you’ll get pulled closer In this entanglement of needs, wants and wishes What does your heart see in mine- one that is Entrenched with grime and filled with dust What is it that keeps bringing you back here? Away from your friends and boys your age? (2) In Continue reading
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THE HOUSE MY MOTHER LEFT
What goes on in my mother’s mind, When she passes by 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Does she remember the time she fell off the Banyan Or the time she stood unperturbed in the heat? What does my mother go through When she thinks of 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Do the teenage ecstacies come flooding Continue reading
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A THOUSAND EMOTIONS
Shadows engulf me in this palette of emotions Running over my crab-like existence Till the very end Till I am spent No pent-up rage can define what this means to me No flowers, nor declarations in tomorrow’s paper Uninspiring hope Building a tightrope When you wake up to a thousand emotions Lying empty Continue reading
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MY WOODEN BOX
I decided to write this poem On things that you have given me Which I don’t have with me anymore But materialistic or intangible There’s everything inside me now And there’s this wooden box too Which contains both of our souls And the time we exchanged it with each other In return for fame and Continue reading
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SHADOWS OF CONTINUANCE
So what will you say of Mrs Das down the street Who contracted a cancerous tumour on her throat And passed away last month You tell me to eat my greens, mum I surmise that Mrs Das might not have had a lot of them But is it fair for someone to lose their life Continue reading
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PARENTAL GUIDANCE
And when mama elephant asked her little one “Why don’t you spread your big ears and fly? The sun has set and the day will soon be done Look at Mr Eagle’s son- how he soars so high!” Daddy dog took his little one to school And asked to have a word with the Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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