Author Archives: montecyril

I feel frozen in the heatwave of time,  in the pausing moment of believing  in the dawn that is mellow,  but like the yellow between flame and fire.  And I am no solitary solar trespasser  For I am equidistant like God  and equanimous and dispassionate  but still having the elocution of love  I can figure thatContinue reading “I am frozen in a heatwave: A poem “

I feel like an ancient mountain  that climbs to its own peak  like a wooded forest  that self-nourishes its every tree  And I am able to say  the ability of self-realisation is honour  That sacrifice is beyond recognition  A gratification that needs no acknowledgement  Talent is not alone proven in the materialisation of fame   Bravery is all too sublime  needing no victory to validate it Continue reading “In the oblivion, there is the violence of silence: A poem “

You can see I’ve become older and purer  like a bird that has stopped flying  yet, starts to fly with its eye  I’ve done my alchemy  The ever-burning bush has made me  my own Yggdrasil tree  I am beyond the dimensions  like forming an infinity   within the microcosm of vulnerability     like the bindu that sits in the forehead  thatContinue reading “I’ve done my alchemy: A poem “

It is not that I don’t want Aquarius  But it comes with Cancer, I don’t want Cancer for us  I swear, I truly love you, my Casula  You know that, don’t you, my lovely star?  It is Prakash Saint Paul who demeans my loves  By taking them away from me to suit his evil troughs  Because he is solely interested in his selfish self Continue reading “My Casula, I swear I love you: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul pretends he wants to help me  As if I can’t see it is only his creepy villainy  Do you think I need such help  from a toxic underwater forest of kelp?  He only plots to destroy and sabotage me  leading all my armies to catastrophe  Oh! How his treachery will never cease  which isContinue reading “Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! I don’t need your treacherous alleged help!: A poem “

I turned 61 like an autumn breeze  rattling the hinges of the window  It takes a year to grow older  But it only takes tomorrow  to make a fresh realisation  I can laugh with the sorrow  the grief of making time abate  around the corner  even as little regrets turn to closure  How swift it all seems…  Yet, howContinue reading “I turned 61 like an autumn breeze: A poem “

This is where we always arrive  God loses every time to keep you alive  This story is long and so concise  The infinite pain and suffering don’t blunt His shine  You can take it away, it just may  give you all a hope, a little ray   to keep you all going for another day  The Piscean deep sea hasContinue reading “God loses every time: A poem “