Author Archives: montecyril

I touch memories of that December’s crevice; it seemed  love couldn’t be violent as a nightmare turbulent stream  But I learnt, even broken hearts can wade, then swim  Why does December seem like a picnic, like watching a film?  I can’t think of Santa being cross, not even if he is at a loss  IContinue reading “To an old love (I’m still a lonely star): A poem “

It is the month of March  I see the flowers arch  to milder days; it’s okay  that the season lasts only till May  I await a prognosis  I fathom the promise  like a widow at a seance  thinking it is the last and only chance  Outside, the autumn colours bloom  Now, a dream may orContinue reading “Dad, I picture me at your grave: A poem “

(The devil who is named: Victorious Light)  The devil knows that due to him I lost not just a little  But he can rue the fact that my soul was never brittle  For thirty long years I abandoned the word (written)  because my creativity would be ruthlessly, by him, bitten  My grief and loss neverContinue reading “I lost a lot to the devil, but I never failed: A poem “