Poetry
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A SONG FOR MY SOUL’S REAWAKENING
When the days could not have ended any sooner.. 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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THE ENTRANCE OF A PLAYER
What happens when the big ones enter? Continue reading
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WE SHARE THE SADNESS
‘Love was unfair, but life was not.’ Continue reading
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TO YOU, ON NEW YEAR’S DAY
I wish you a Happy New Year! Continue reading
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TOO SOON IT’S CHRISTMAS
The fire is burning with a flame so redthat time stops ticking inside your head.Your soul has not known nor been so aglowand your body’s never seeped inside the snow.When you know that Christmas is up ahead,the days of pain seem to be of long ago. Love has found another meaning this timeadding more vertices Continue reading
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YESTERDAY YOU WERE HERE WITH ME
Do you ever feel the stars shine just for you?Or do you put that down to another tragiccoincidence that binds us together for the fewdays of laughter and many years of magic? Does it ever get across to you when I miss you,Do you feel the warmth of this winter sun?It goes into hiding behind Continue reading
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ESCAPE
When days pass you by in a blur,And weeks zoom in and out of scene,Reminding me of what we were,They take me back to where we’d been. How do you feel in the place you are in?Does the endless pain ever subside?Do your veins throb from within?Every rule of Life by which we abide. Your Continue reading
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A WORLD WITHOUT YOU
Holding my hand when the darkness came,Calming me down when the hurricanes lashed,You remained steadfast in every frame,No matter how often my ideals crashed. What was it that I did not learn from you?Your name is synonymous with sweat and toil.No matter how many I got or how few,Your story is engraved deep into Hyderabad’s Continue reading
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THE ROOM ON THE ROOF
The sound of the creaking of the ceiling fanfelt different when you stopped being in love with me.It was robust when you were, and inert when you weren’t, and I was compelled to switch it off.There didn’t seem anything wrong with mebut there was always the fear of getting crushed under it. It felt different Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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