Author Archives: montecyril

I was never a resident of a habitable zone  I was sworn to territories unknown  A nomad at every excursion  There was always desertification by someone else’s ruthless incursions  Was I a King who turned everything to gold  that another’s greed should quickly take hold?  So, Midas really wished he only had embers  the flock of love reduced to abandonedContinue reading “Did I ever live in a habitable zone?: A poem “

Do I feel an uncalm in the surrounding turbulence.  Yet, I reckon I have a bridge across the water moats  to meadows that are bright and luscious memories  as if even the littlest creatures make them sublimely  magnified. How I can imagine that grief follows love,  and love follows grief. Because that love is regained   afterContinue reading “In memory of my pets: A poem “

I couldn’t fathom how I could spend a moment  without a conversation; yet, I have spent a lifetime.  That love was meant to be a quietude, like a window  opaque from the outside and transparent from the inside   So, I could see and remain unseen. We have lived   in such cradles of contradictions; to be innocent  and yetContinue reading “I am thinking of you, like I do all the time: A poem “

How long can the wind of my wisdom blow against a wall?  How long can my convictions stand the headbanging?  Even the flowering plants, I nurtured, are not blooming  Even me, I look like a smile that didn’t indulge in grooming  You think, that I should only settle for the cadavers of winter?  There is so much love that doesn’t understandContinue reading “What should you wonder in this immoral flounder?: A poem “

My mother’s lustre was in her simple wisdom,  much capability to get the things done without much ado  Her nous was wrapped like a curved arc  around her home, her family, her duty  There was never much distraction to take her away from it  Sometimes, I think a little hedonism would do her good  But who would suggest, when sheContinue reading “My Mother’s lustre…: A poem “