Poetry
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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
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Release of book: THIS MEANS WAR
Dear friends, It gives me joy unspeakable to be able to inform you that my first book This Means War: Poems that never should have been written has been published and is available for sale now. It is a collection of thirty poems based upon a wide array of human emotions. From being able to Continue reading
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ENTRAPPED
Brought upon this puny world across the sea and across the land for it is in vain that your cries are hurled and in a hollow that your feet now stand in a manner far from being grand. You’ve lost the hope and the will to dream and to break this chain but waiting Continue reading
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AT A LOSS
During those long-running conversations regarding who will cook the dinner and who gets to do the dishes there was one moment of truth I uncovered from within those dark crevices you lovingly call eyes We were huddled in front of the television with the cat curled up inside the warmth of our laps which Continue reading
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A STARRY TALE
Sitting upon the dangerous ridge, Looking above the menacing trees, There seems to be a speck on the bridge, Coupled with the warm summer breeze. I wondered what the stars tell each other What conversation they have over dinner Does Ursa share his greens with his brother And is Canis really some lottery Continue reading
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RENDEZVOUS
Entwined by an emblazoned fire within our hearts sitting dangerously close to the banks of the river where our feelings have been washed ashore along with the blood that marred this tiny indiscretion But I still check myself before I utter those precious three little words- words that brought disgrace in paradise and I Continue reading
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NEW YEAR’S DAY
We’re lying together in that small fold-out couch we call a bed, waking up after yet another night on the bender, exchanging experiences for vodka when you lean in, pull me closer, touch my earlobe and say what you have never felt so strongly before I smile, get up from the couch and Continue reading
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ONLY HEART
How hard do you think it is for me when I no longer see you beside me after I have woken up from yet another night of having slept dreamlessly when you comfort me, tell me that everything is alright How does it really feel when you know that you’re always on my mind? Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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