Author Archives: montecyril

If I can turn the entire morsels that make up the sands of the seashore on their head; like the Universe of stars into amenable patterns of love?!!! The more I cherish the structure of its magnitude the more I have the energy and strength to pull back the entire expansion into the soul ofContinue reading “This is my love for you, my baby girl: A poem”

I walk to the end of a street that I can’t even recall its name! And I see the labourers working They are drilling a hole on the street And I feel the street breathing a sigh as it cracks open The splinters of tar making the air cringe And I begin to wonder: CanContinue reading “Compliance, Reward and Freedom: A poem”

In my scampering, at the age of seven, weathered by the sun, but lush from greenery, behind our home at 25, Varca, Peddar Noumeo, stood a tall mango tree that in my childhood imaginings, I thought, touched the sky Like an old wizened ignored crone, its leaves were stars, full of collective experience Even ifContinue reading “That mango behind our house: A poem”

I can tell you the tragedy of imbibing, a volition of instinct that chooses euphoria out of the rafters of aspiration, a victory in discernment of illusory procurement. Thus we become orphans in this tragedy, not children under the pulpits of love. Is this the snaring by methodical education, that teaches us of the breadContinue reading “The moment of exclamation of the “Aha!”: A poem”

Like you, everyone seems to come to me for a conclusion, a candy laced with liquorice, and cream, and chocolate! I am imbibing of something else, in fact, a poem, so steely, that it offers resistance in silent esotericism between the lines, beneath the black and white of words, the grey of aphoristic obliqueness, whereContinue reading “Aporia: A poem”

I thought I heard an inner voice say: Song Sung Blue! And I thought it was all around the Mississippi How should I say: Miss, I miss When my blue shirt feels like it’s as blue as the evening that is just turning to dusk I see my reflection calling out over the horizon toContinue reading “This is what it is about the song sung blue!: A poem”

I woke up in the morning Felt like I was hanging from a ledge Forgive the outpouring But my nerves are on an edge I know that this is something one has to put up with Every now and then, every bit I know I am my own boss, but this is writ And surely,Continue reading “I woke up in the morning in pain…: A poem”

You know I am not ashamed to say that I am feeling sore that you all made me feel like an imprudent whore when I only  spoke the truth Really! It is the cheating treacherous politicians that deserve the boot! Who maketh Sodom and Gomorrah? The one who pretends your emancipation, not the efficacious one!Continue reading “Beautiful lies are not for my eyes!: A poem”