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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
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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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REJECTION
Rejection, which you fear greatly now, will have no bearing on how you are perceived by your mother, me and others who love you. Mehdi Hasan, whenever he pitches on middle and leg, terrified of your whip towards mid-wicket, wishes, perhaps, for gentleness. … Continue reading
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THE DEATH OF A YOUNG DOG
A puppy was struck dead on the motorway early one morning After having been hit by a politician’s car A Land-Cruiser cruising at an unsuitable speed The young spaniel was following his mother and two brothers Across the motorway, when the mist blinded him And the Land-Cruiser came up on him too soon SMACK! Concluding… Continue reading
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DEAR MELANCHOLY
(1) You have visited in the past And left your calling card before too But true to your name, you’ve never lingered For too long, perhaps you’re just as scared As I am of you, maybe a bit more But nobody taught me how to treat you When you paid a visit And left your… Continue reading
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THE ONSET OF WINTER
According to what I have known Winter is always marked by the gently falling snow And the ever-so-slow rain hammering on the roof But do you remember what you always said to me? You told me that you wouldn’t have it any other way But I have never seen winter marked by your words Or… 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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THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
The man I see in the mirror today Has miscalculated fate and scuffled his way Looking inwards to a life full of grey As his struggles finally come to stay The man in the mirror is being led astray The man I see in the mirror on this day Has let his sins arrive and… 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
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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