Poem
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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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JUST PASSING BY
‘For you, I wasn’t just a ship passing by in the night, Nor for me were you merely a shooting star.’ Continue reading
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CAN’T GIVE YOU UP
On rejection from the Vijay Hazare Trophy team. 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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ON TURNING TWENTY-TWO
Where is the joy that was seen yesterday?Where is the sunlight peeking through?Why is it that I am still left with hell to pay,When to my God I’ve just bidden adieu. From now on what will life look like?Will the sun still rise tomorrow?It hides away from me lest I strike,Seeking an end to this Continue reading
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IN DELIRIUM
The hands of the clock are set in their ways displaying the time that was last seen before a calamity of this size erupted; they stare at me in mock annoyance as they oscillate between deciding whether to keep up with this pathetic charade or accept themselves for what they are. I raise Continue reading
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IF RAIN IT MUST
(In the memory of Irrfan Khan) If rain it must on your snowy peaks when the wind stopped howling into the gale and turned the golden precipices into white, you remained unmoved, untouched by the fanfare that had enveloped us lesser mortals who only had a tiny idea about what you were trying Continue reading
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SHADOWS
It’s not you but a very close resemblance of your scarf falling across your neck like a bent leaf trudging across the windows of an old brownstone laced with rust; it’s not you but the everlasting smell of teenage regret and images of an unexciting and aggrieved past. It’s not your voice but the 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
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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