Author Archives: montecyril

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?!!

This moonlight is not my delight!: A poem 

(I am disgusted with Walter De La Mare’s Silver! WordPress, why do you always humour me the wrong way? Piss off!!!) I read a poem about the moonlight  taking us all, man and woman,  And filling the rivers, lands, and trees,  with its soul. And I shuddered to think,   that this may actually be an Age,  where Man be betrothed to man, and will  Continue reading “This moonlight is not my delight!: A poem “

My Casula, you came this morning and licked my face, my beautiful: A poem 

Is there a diameter across the dimensions  that must be traversed? Is love a skyrocket   that jettisons past every barrier of speed and light  to reach out? I have heard your silence in corridors   of remembrances, not knowing how time has flown?!  That knowing wisdom in your eyes that spelt and spoke  of more than love, but theContinue reading “My Casula, you came this morning and licked my face, my beautiful: A poem “

If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem 

Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows  take the azure of the sky out of my eye!  And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening  I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars  in a looming infinite unending night of grief  Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “

The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem 

I dreamed of taking more than the Camino way…  More than James’ way…Up from Santiago de Compostela,  where the Cathedral of Saint James is located, to Rosslyn,  with its motifs in stony grimoires of green men. And I thought:  Was it about James the Great, or the real legend James the Lesser –  James the Just to be exact,Continue reading “The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem “

A matter of migration and Mum: A poem 

I walked the streets of my neighbourhood,  in Mumbai, along with friends; and we often  went picnicking on the beachfront, sharing  cigarettes, and birthday parties! We were a   thick group, but didn’t realise how casually   we fell apart!  I had no sustained pattern of   loyalties, allegiances (but for one particular friend);  Even patriotism was a dim word only refreshed at  the 15th of AugustContinue reading “A matter of migration and Mum: A poem “