Poetry
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At One With The Sky

‘Time, say many, has perished in this urge to fly Beyond the clouds soaked in blood in the sky.’ Continue reading
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To A Niece Whom I Had Not Seen Until Today

‘Your hands moved in a silent dance that I had not Been party to until today’ Continue reading
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The Weight of Words

‘What if the sun smiled on its way down Ammuguda Hill And dispersed whatever sanity it could over the creek?’ Continue reading
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Late August

The leaves moisten in indefinite wait for the Sun that leaves no room for conjecture. Continue reading
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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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Autumn in Hyderabad
The fall has begun; the withering of the last leavesDesiring the friendlier cages of love unmatched.I walk past the doors of the monsoon closing in onMy debt-ridden past. I am invited in but politelyDecline the offer. No devil drawing the dotted lineCan change my mind nor can the upright tanglesOf Time know better. Bathukamma, Dussehra, Continue reading

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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