Author Archives: montecyril

Ths Sahara desert is not covering the ruins of Atlantis, but post-Atlantean civilisations that originated in Atlantis….I am not here to talk about Atlantis, but to tell you all that since my Mother passed, the physical torture has gotten unbearable! At this moment in my life, there is not a moment that passes without physical pain! And I am no masochist…..

What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem 

There are somethings I am nostalgic about,  and other things that I am not! They say,  the immensity and intensity of India can never  be forgotten, even if foregone. There is something  indefinitive about being Indian, that cuts you out as  Brown, right from toe to crown! Remember, those old   school notebook covers? How brown they were?   IContinue reading “What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem “

When there is glory of love!…: A poem 

Is it the metaphor or matador,  at the window? I stick my head  to its glass and feel the Sun turn  to rain; and think of Marduk…  Is there a gangway for gallantry?  A legitimate succession of heirs?  Sometimes, you wonder, if the stars  came around each night, to shine   their Lilliputian love at you? They may Continue reading “When there is glory of love!…: A poem “

Hey Kierkegaard, there is no either / or for me! I don’t want either Anthony Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul, no matter how much you all make me swing between the two evils. Trump, I’m letting you know that (!), before you make any further advances to me on either of their behalf! Thank you! I couldn’t be bothered!

Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem 

Kierkegaard, I see yourself enraptured in the mildewed  woods of your own unexonerable crutch; like a river   that salinates before it reaches the ocean; and I fail  to salivate in agreement with your theses! You liked to   believe you were a Hermit? What sort of? I’d like to rally  that existentialism is an excuse for existence in discordance  with purity of self. I amContinue reading “Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem “

On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem 

Fascists are decried as fascists,  because Democracy is a poverty  of imagination, lost like an island   in a sea of populistic self-glorifying  Leftist (Communistic) dogma, that   has now found ample amenability with  the Church! This populism, that so pervades,  that altogether fails to make your dreams a reality;  But has you, with clandestine sinisterism, believe  that your vote counts! I don’t thinkContinue reading “On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem “

Never kill a mockingbird! Kill the Church!: A poem 

You know, I didn’t read the book –  To Kill a Mockingbird; I’m glad I didn’t!   For, one ought never to kill a mockingbird  That one should lose one’s virtuosity, and   the veracity of a mockingbird’s soul; and also,  altogether lose the truth of this world!  Even Job miscued his pliant against God  For, his sufferings were not because of the true God;  but becauseContinue reading “Never kill a mockingbird! Kill the Church!: A poem “

Po(em)me for my Casula!: A poem 

(An ode to Gemini, Virgo and Aquarius, for you!)  Po(em)me for my Casula!  How I found that playful innocence  in you, as if I called my childhood back, in you!  And forgot the rigours of the physical pain I was going through  while you were with me! It is like tears that become pearls,  with just the magicContinue reading “Po(em)me for my Casula!: A poem “

Hey Pauline, do not fear Nibiru as the Coalition feared it! I never feared it, despite all the Pisceans’ machinations against me! I was punished so ruthlessly for innocently reacting against it! Now they are pretending that their checkmate of me is innocently accidental. Trust them to always be conniving! And who is causing me so much physical pain, that my courage relents?!!