Author Archives: montecyril

A moment’s weakness  can do a lot of damage  It turns happiness  into a storm of ravage  Guilt flogs like a whip  in the aftermath of the slip  The torment lingers on  even after the shadow is gone  To stare at a reflection  and have rue stalk with inflection  O! The conscientious suffer too much Continue reading “Guilt: A poem “

The heat of agitation  from the cold of rejection  And tepid meekness doesn’t suffice  when the igloo is made of ice  Stone and sludge unhinge the cart  when hope’s day is broken apart  But one cannot shepherd the wind’s voice  Humiliation’s lightning strike is never a choice  A victim’s grief dies unheard  It is only theContinue reading “Rejection: A poem “

Give them deceit  as a receipt  They are blind  to honesty’s shine  Give them glory  from a contrived story  Truth is a mistake  when power is at stake  Take their lives  when tomorrow arrives  Tyranny wears glasses  when sightless are the masses  Let justice bleed  as propaganda’s feed  Let the weeds  flourish from our seeds  

Love is an expanse of selflessness  Amazing duty was the fabric of your dress  Self-identity is only but a toy  What you made of us was your joy  The hearth is never hungry where faith is kept  Dinner was always ready before we slept  You never questioned why fate’s white moon has brown  You knewContinue reading “O beautiful mother!: A poem “

The wind is a whistle  as I sit beside the thistle  A book for an arm’s rest  The river is at zest  A fisherman’s flung hook  with ripples the stream shook  Quietly the trees whisper  as the noon gets crisper  A fence around the farm  corrals the sheep’s swarm  I breathe this dance of nature Continue reading “In the country: A poem “

I seize it, weigh it, turn it around  Paint it in colours, feel its sound  Find the night within, find the day  The seed becomes a bud, then blooms away  I hear the sea in its shell…the ocean’s swell  It takes me unawares, then rings a bell  I walk the streets tirelessly with its scent Continue reading “An idea: A poem “

Preach not to my ear  Blunt not my spear  My inner voice does appear  In my eye, like a tear  Pain, I have not forsaken  Grief, my spirit awakens  What worth are material goals  when humbled is the soul?  I will grow my own roses  with the thorns also in doses  My heart, in honesty,Continue reading “Preach not…: A poem “

We have grown up amid fake strictures  And the order of contrived didactions  That we must elude clouds  Or we may not get away  That we have learnt to leave the crosses  a little too helplessly, a little too hastily  So that we have no answers  when the hunchbacked missionary  seeks with his eyes.  OffContinue reading “Shadows and crosses: A poem “

The fire in my belly  comes not from watching telly  I know jam from jelly  The highway from the alley  Stars are made of sterner stuff  They don’t shine from advocacy’s bluff  When whispers travel from ear to ear  truth and honesty will rear  The pugilists that punched history’s bag  and in dishonour raised theirContinue reading “The change is coming A poem “

When pennies are many  it is either or any  The gift of plenty  is more than ten and twenty  How so much full of charm  is benevolent fortune’s arm  That you can get what you want  and not let a doubt haunt  You can kick anyone in the rear  And not shed a single tear Continue reading “The rich don’t fear: A poem “