Poems
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Interview with Vidhya Thakkar
A freewheeling chat on what made the book come to life. 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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WE SHARE THE SADNESS
‘Love was unfair, but life was not.’ 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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FALSE PRETENCE
It might be easy at first taking sides with myself, being led astray by the fireflies which seemed to be the light at the end of this tunnel. It might even be reassuring to forgive myself from time to time, wondering where the road that I left unequivocally would have led to. It Continue reading
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WHEN REGRET VISITS
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night fearing memory’s diatribe. Soon darkness engulfs the light which I had tried to subscribe. I shiver to see my sorry plight and waver upon my shaken skin, a part of it had once been bright although now it’s dead from within. Why can’t I shake these visions Continue reading
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ANNAPURNA
(Composed while gaping at your marvellous structure but put into paper much later.) Annapurna, your precipices looked forbidding enough without that hostile glare that you gave to onlookers; your walls covered with knee-deep snow, your tongue lashed with the smile of loss, your lips curled in a laugh that was cruel than death Continue reading
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THE YOUNG OF NEPAL
The young of Nepal live in crowded streets while moving their hips to Beyonce’s beats. They wear their lion-sized hearts on their sleeves and protect the tinges on rhododendron leaves which curl upwards and give them new life untangling sheepishly like a khukri knife. The young of Nepal walk among bushes and trees and Continue reading
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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
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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