Poetry
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IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS
I can see the dimming lights aglow from afar as Uncle Sam and Aunt Myra jostle for space in the crowded kitchen corridor while you crack a joke on how warm it has been and Mona and Robin fight about who will get the best presents this year You have been back for over Continue reading
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AT HOPE’S END
Do you still sob as you recall the night When death told you an elaborate lie? It didn’t visit nor did it set the stage alight But instead became the darkness in your eye When was the last time you cried out of fear? When did you hear of courage and hope? It’s ironic Continue reading
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SCENT
When I wake up after another sleepless night on the chairI finally muster the courage to call youand ask you how you have beenBut it wouldn’t be fair, I supposeto your husband or your current loverto hear you speaking with another man There used to be a door here, one that we entered sheepishlyBut Continue reading
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AFTER LOVE
When you walk across the street does it still feel the same? What ever happened to that old baker who had a funny smile and an addictive macaroon? What are you up to these days? Do you still have that ring upon your finger or was it thrown away in a moment of rage along Continue reading
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DURING AN ABSENCE
She still steps out in the mysterious light of dawn,wearing that thing that people wear to the gymwhich hugs her frame too tightlybut clothes are unforgivingand the morning light unappealing She has seen every corner of the street by now,and yet there is nothing to tempt her,nothing to lead her back to sin’s alleys againpeople Continue reading
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REJECTION
Rejection, which you fear greatly now, will have no bearing on how you are perceived by your mother, me and others who love you. Mehdi Hasan, whenever he pitches on middle and leg, terrified of your whip towards mid-wicket, wishes, perhaps, for gentleness. Continue reading
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THE DEATH OF A YOUNG DOG
A puppy was struck dead on the motorway early one morning After having been hit by a politician’s car A Land-Cruiser cruising at an unsuitable speed The young spaniel was following his mother and two brothers Across the motorway, when the mist blinded him And the Land-Cruiser came up on him too soon SMACK! Concluding Continue reading
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DEAR MELANCHOLY
(1) You have visited in the past And left your calling card before too But true to your name, you’ve never lingered For too long, perhaps you’re just as scared As I am of you, maybe a bit more But nobody taught me how to treat you When you paid a visit And left your Continue reading
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THE ONSET OF WINTER
According to what I have known Winter is always marked by the gently falling snow And the ever-so-slow rain hammering on the roof But do you remember what you always said to me? You told me that you wouldn’t have it any other way But I have never seen winter marked by your words Or Continue reading
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AT 3 A.M (The hundredth poem)
It seems oddly funny to me That I can love you only at 3 AM When the roads are quiet When the birds have gone to sleep When silence envelopes the streets I find it easier to love you at this time When you’re mildly asleep on the couch And turned away from me and Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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