Author Archives: montecyril

I die with grief at the chrysanthemums  that I bought from the market   for Mum, Dad and you  They can’t last forever, however. They must be cast  in the garbage bin. I feel their petals fall within  my soul. A scent of descent. A lent  of absence. Like I’m on a road with noContinue reading “The flowers from the market: A poem “

Now the old earth fills my wounds  Can I imagine gardens with no paths?  Can I bring forth memories  like a plant brings forth leaves?  I don’t pick at the relived wounds  I am no feline with balming saliva  This old earth trapped in the walls of my mind  Its pain and joy and manyContinue reading “Where I’ll just feel bare…: A poem “

The milk and sugar in my cup of tea  is my insulation against vagary  Not a dawn goes without  this dose of up and about   I am always muse for news  Though it’s all wily subterfuge and ruse  The dawn seems not to be breaking  from all this countless waking  But I will still haveContinue reading “Milk and sugar in my tea: A poem “

There’s a sea of a difference between cricket and a cricket. But the one with a bird’s eye view of the pitch will have you know that the batting book of words borrows more than just a feather in the cap from the aviary.  While a bird takes flight, a good bowler needs to flightContinue reading “Just for laughs: Is cricket worth a cricket? “

My bed lies between the walls of loneliness  It is the space of redress  The graveyard of woes that I, in my mind, express  The anxiety that I condemn it to witness  I wake up before dawn is out of its nest  My home faces the dark north-west  A power miracle is a little rest Continue reading “Despairing not: A poem “

Thanks for all the punishment It has made me humble My ego took a tumble Thanks for all the cruelty It has made me graceful of which I have a plateful Thanks for all the frustration It has made me patient and has increased my quotient I live each moment with a smile Every dayContinue reading “Thanks for…: A poem”

They want to feel his pulse, they want to know his goal  They are playing soul, but he’s doing the rock and roll  They are looking for him, to get him; but he is all too bold  He is not young to plunge, but can never grow too old  The streets are aflame, still tryingContinue reading “Everybody’s looking for Jack, Jacob, Yakov: A poem “

I place my elbows on the windowsill  and try to take succour in the pouring rain  It is an effort that takes huge will  after being shattered time and again  If I spy the peep of the gods,  will they call my name?  Reminding me of the battles, evens and odds  and the tribulations ofContinue reading “Determination: A poem “

In my mind, are seeds that never seem to sprout  The soil is bare with my skull’s all too painful  gout  Empty words spring forth from a flaccid tongue  I breathe ideas like I depend on a single lung  I feel free as a tree ever chained to its roots  Heavy are my wrought ironContinue reading “My desert: A poem “

This mid-life became fecund after the waiting  This walk with destiny and its endless baiting  This tide of stormy wind and intervals of abating  This bubble of seamless happiness inflating  Till then, on the tortuous path feeling quietly alone  Yet, turning gleaming baubles from intrepid stone  And memories of lifetimes flying over me like aContinue reading “My Sarah: A poem “