Spilled Ink
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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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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
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THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
The man I see in the mirror today Has miscalculated fate and scuffled his way Looking inwards to a life full of grey As his struggles finally come to stay The man in the mirror is being led astray The man I see in the mirror on this day Has let his sins arrive and Continue reading
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THE HOUSE MY MOTHER LEFT
What goes on in my mother’s mind, When she passes by 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Does she remember the time she fell off the Banyan Or the time she stood unperturbed in the heat? What does my mother go through When she thinks of 3, Shishir Bhaduri Street? Do the teenage ecstacies come flooding Continue reading
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THE MEANING OF PUJA
The breeze is light and the leaves now fall Concealed within the dark, that’s not all When the noises of Puja seek some sound Just as the gale blows wildly all around The smell of the fragrant Shiuli in bloom Flowing across every door and every room Letting you know that Puja is on its Continue reading
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SHADOWS OF CONTINUANCE
So what will you say of Mrs Das down the street Who contracted a cancerous tumour on her throat And passed away last month You tell me to eat my greens, mum I surmise that Mrs Das might not have had a lot of them But is it fair for someone to lose their life Continue reading
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PARENTAL GUIDANCE
And when mama elephant asked her little one “Why don’t you spread your big ears and fly? The sun has set and the day will soon be done Look at Mr Eagle’s son- how he soars so high!” Daddy dog took his little one to school And asked to have a word with the Continue reading
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REGRET
Regret is a wonderful thing, Coupled with hindsight, Equipped with blame and guilt, It is enough to crush your soul I am in such an abyss, looking for hope Searching for light in the dark Hunting for glory in the past Regretting a move I made with disdain But I believe in a forgiving God Continue reading
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A LETTER TO AN AILING DAUGHTER
You’re reading this now on your dimly lit hospital bed Where I never dreamt of setting up a home for you Life has a cruel way of making triumph and disaster look alike And as I shed another invisible tear in your presence There is a bucket-load of this yet to come Whatever you have Continue reading
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DISPUTE
Some people live all their life dreaming While others toil in the mid-afternoon heat Some speak of overcast days and the rain While the others have the world at their feet, Some cry when lost, some shout for relief The others help themselves and their friends Some like Federer while some like Gower The others Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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