Author Archives: montecyril

Would I dream,  if not just of peaches and cream  but tribulations of an upward stream?  Would it be just a little gleam?  Would I believe that the sun hides after sunset?  Did I venture to make it seem this sacrifice is like a bet  that prevails over everything, yet?  I’ve never been the lackey of untruths  Did youContinue reading “Would I dream, if not of peaches and cream?: A poem “

(Hey, you dirty creep Prakash Saint Paul! Acting like the victim and trying to solicit my sympathy, and committing treachery against me at the same time? You think you can get away with your most heinous crimes and murders by hoodwinking me?)  Where does eternity lie, in which flaw?  Where do your souls repose, in which jaw? Continue reading “Discern between righteousness and evil good!: A poem “

Do you think I should repose in which corner,  if my rest is made grievous solemn by treachery?  That I should linger in the space of each nook and cranny…  and not desist to part ways, if the smugness is the hors d’art of evil?  I am just irate at the liar (Prakash Saint Paul) takingContinue reading “What should be the final account of everything?: A poem “

Do you think that being diminutive in stature can’t see you stand tall?  The Philistines had giants, so they couldn’t have their backs against the wall?  And would you be deceived that men of the sea are gods of the land?  Then let your armies race to the battlefront to see that mighty is the smallest one!  Sometimes, yourContinue reading “Just a slingshot!: A poem “

I was fountainhead and father of all;  the fecundity that fertilised the fabric   I fathomed the fire and the frost, the  feeling of ceiling and the felt of the floor,   that you all walk upon. Forever is a word   that fits the flint of each foil. I am a   field with no fern, but a forest of   freshness. There was flood that  Continue reading “The F-word!: A poem “

I stand at the base of a mountain  and utter the words: Open Sesame!  And see a rock clear from the mountain  and reveal a portal  And, in it, I see a reflection of the stardust in my hair  As if it were an original vision of myself  I swear I won’t comb out this stardust off my hair,  just leave it toContinue reading “I stand at a mountain and witness a portal: A poem “

When the lyric of love is the lilt,  the troubadour has no trouble  to choose the choses for his Cherie  Do you see the giftwrap that glows  over the glimmer that you uncover  is the time that it took to deliver  from the beginning to the end?  I have no better mail that relates  the story of discovery and rediscovery Continue reading “The word (love) of victory!: A poem “

(To PSP)  Do you think I’m going to doodle a noodle  into your space, conveying my regards? Hahaha!  Every time I am silent for some time, you work   your way up my spine to my throat; like scum  imagining that it will get a foothold into my   receptacles of integrity, unbeknownst of your   poison taking me unawares. You really try every trick   of the trade in attempting to benefit from myContinue reading “I will never forgive you! And I certainly don’t want you!: A poem “

I am alone. None of your legerdemain jokes.  I am not convinced by a jovial illegitimacy  running down like shower water over my back  So, I say to myself: I am refreshed. No! I kick that stuff!  Like a bucket of soap and bubble! Unenthused by   the raft of your offerings. I am silently polemicking   and turning down; turning away from you all!  Continue reading “Be gone! I am alone!: A poem “