Author Archives: montecyril

All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia 

There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to  in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread  pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells –  of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box!  That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had  a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “

You know the lifeline came…in you: A poem 

How can I bring back association  with that little yellow toy train  and wooden toy carts  ripping my near mid-life apart  with the sheer glimpse of unconditional love   And a soliloquy telling me of the mirth  of a child and the sobriety  of growing older! And the progression  encapsulated in child-games of you  knowing your nursery rhymes and I  notContinue reading “You know the lifeline came…in you: A poem “

I read a poem about the Moon!: A poem 

I read a poem about the Moon  How she dances in the night  And holds everything in the sway of darkness?  And I asked myself  If the Moon was holding my disdain?  How much of it could she hold,  And not be submerged in the tide she holds cold?  Does she see the unwelcome signContinue reading “I read a poem about the Moon!: A poem “

Time for departure!: A poem 

I think of departure with words,  A brief, leaving me gasping for more!  And time’s treachery leaves so much abrupt  And the treachery of humanity even more so;  But I think my jetliner must depart…  to some place where I’m not sure I’ll end up  This is a bad start…and a false start…with no finish line!  But I am in a painfulContinue reading “Time for departure!: A poem “

How to be wise and kind?!: A poem 

I read a poem that advised me:  Be wise with your words, be kind!  Be generous! You know, easier   said than done. And if you want   to flay candour! That there is honesty  to resort to for the one who wants to   own officious bluntness! Or do you care   for the trifle blandness of banter that   suits everyone and goes no distance?!  Would youContinue reading “How to be wise and kind?!: A poem “

About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem 

You know, if he laughed,  he’d have his glass belly  all cracked up, like a mirror  hit by a sledgehammer!  So, he doesn’t laugh as much as he plots,   To keep wily-taleing the world.   If liars brought down truths for millennia!  You know if he grins, his teeth  would turn to Medusa’s strands  and his tongue would fork like  the serpent that impostered God (For, he is!)!  HeContinue reading “About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem “

Those Lab(or)-rats have no shame, guilt or conscience!: A poem 

(Anthony Albanese, you lout, you were the Pope Clement the V who conspired to burn me, Jacques du Molay, at the stake! Shame! Shame! Commit Suicide!) You know, when the temple bells toll  and the chants rise in crescendo(!),  The priestess vocalises her slipping  into another world, and her lips part with fire!  Then she speaks about rains, harvests  and battlefronts;Continue reading “Those Lab(or)-rats have no shame, guilt or conscience!: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, don’t ever tell me `main jaa raha hoon!’ again! You know your survival depends on me; on what you can both bodygrab and vampiricise from me; and how you can treacherise me for your own lease of life! It has been an eternity like this! To this day, I say AA, you too can fuck off! PSP you know your worth too well! Shame on you!!!!

The mendicant has fondlings in contrariness; that makes him magician!: A poem 

Do you think that what seems, is  what actually is? Is there azure   in the skies or aquamarine or Lapus lazuli  in the sea? I am of the knowledge that  light refracts and gives us the colours   we perceive! I am red and green blind!  I discovered that when I failed the   Ishiwara test when I was twenty-one;  to my dismay!Continue reading “The mendicant has fondlings in contrariness; that makes him magician!: A poem “