Poetry
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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
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NEW BOOK LAUNCH
Hi! I am extremely excited to announce the launch of my latest book- a collection of poems titled They Were My Heroes. You can get all details and also check out the latest offers, promotions and giveaways by heading to my website www.mohulbhowmick.com. Knitted by verses indulged with tempo, They Were My Heroes is a… Continue reading
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UNWARRANTED, GRATEFUL, THANKFUL
In the tabloids the other day,I saw you in an unconventional way.“Cine star lands role in Hollywood,” it said.I tried to turn a blind eyeAnd emit not an untimely sigh.The mere thought filled me with dread! Long convinced that I was freeFrom such painful mediocrity,I tried to read it word-by-wordBut got a shock instead.So much… Continue reading
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CHANDIGARH
No city’s civic infrastructure was planned better in India. Continue reading
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SEPTEMBER
Has it all gone to waste?Now that summer’s moved onWith autumn greatly debased.The starless gaze of early dawnLooks quite timid when facedWith the fact that time has gone. No chase could ever matter moreThan the one I perpetually took.Upset dreams come to the foreAnd have us all brought to book.The flogging of this downpourMakes me… Continue reading
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MONSOON LAMENT
It is here. Continue reading
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THE AFTERMATH
This is what happens afterwards. Continue reading
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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
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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