Author Archives: montecyril

You can see your sliver of a moon  is not my Pharaonic travel boat  I can journey the length and breadth of the skies  like a vaulting, trapezing fort  I have so much depth, that the oceans wept  that they were indeed too shallow  And I saw how Anubis the death’s door stalker leapt  because Seth’sContinue reading “Horus is back when Seth seems ahead!: A poem “

Am I ever companion to stalemate?  Is there ever any better fate?  Is Adonis cursed by his own purity?  Does evil want to snatch him for his beauty?  How much can fated love endure?  as the indignity of depths is a prison, not allure?  Do conflicting seasons always mark Adonis’ destiny?  Are death and resurrection, just like it always happens?  Can Aphrodite’s love create aContinue reading “O Aphrodite! What is Adonis’ destiny?: A poem “

You know I have been gifted with so much patience,  that I keep making restraint my only violence  Even as my prudence defeats my justice,  and I much loathe to be evil’s unwilling but compelled accomplice  Does a tight-rope walker ever lose his balance?  Does the encompassing treachery disturb his nonchalance?  I have my dissertationsContinue reading “Should restraint be my only violence?: A poem “

Even though there is so much treachery against me,  I did not apple-polish Parvati  to convince Lord Shiva  to destroy the world  For, I am Lord Vishnu coming aground  in a new avatar, to preserve all I can  Even if Ravan has so many inevitable clutches   like his innumerable heads  You know my Sita was devi asContinue reading “My Ramayana was never for the faint-hearted, but I bite back tears: A poem “

Albanese, resign!  Otherwise, I’ll consign  you, for eternity, to the deep sea!  And you will only have gills, no balls to pee!  If you have no shame, guilt or conscience,  believe me, you can’t fathom what I am when I’m incensed!  You didn’t bat an eyelid with your treachery against me; I was patience  But that doesn’t mean I should give you much more licence!  I have no doubt  that forContinue reading “Resign, Albanese!: A poem “

Did you think I did not know my sisters, by you, were made traitors?  Did you think I cherished my trust to be defrauded by alligators?  You’d think I’d sink with the downing of my freighters?  And I’d resign with disillusion with the omnipresence of your abettors?  Did you think I did not know that my Jashmina was made to work against me?  Because she had no option but to don Delilah’sContinue reading “An open letter to Prakash Saint Paul: A poem “

(I’ll fuck you all hypocrites for eternity for your misbegotten, misdirected devotion)  I never have been a fisherman,  I never, on fish, did feast  But I do know that the blame was turned around  And hell was made the beast!  And you can see the bite of fish  was made two millennia’s niche!  How could you think the world got rich  when poor truth gotContinue reading “Are there fish in the ocean, or is the moon your notion?: A poem  “

(Hahahaha!)  Some creep came knocking at my wee small door…  And did I even want to open, when the universe, within me, roars?  No such completeness can be defeated by a mite’s disillusion  Treachery is like evidence that proves its own chaos and confusion  The fragrance of a flower does not end with its mortal dissipation  For it, by honest connoisseurs,Continue reading “Some evil came knocking at my wee small door…!: A poem “

Do I even imagine, that my last stop   would be the sky I wished to become?  It is hues more than blue; I can conjecture,  even if I may not have a clue! Yet, my wonderment   at every new, is as honest as a child’s   at the gift of a chocolate. Why do we break  streets to renew them? I only think ofContinue reading “Do I feel like Alexander?: A poem “

Let my roof become your visible sky!  I fiddle its song with my astute eye  I am no loser to humbly vacate my lands  The invasive rot, I sweep off with my hands!  You can see the entire universe has my breath in its pores  There comes a point, when I refuse to do the chores!  It’s time thatContinue reading “I know what I desire, don’t play with my fire!: A poem “