Author Archives: montecyril

The loose-tongued raconteur may not be perturbed by Alexander Pope’s remark that: “All seems yellow to the jaundiced eye.” For if he’s got a nose for news and teeth that can bite, he’d more than revel in a rosy revelation, than in a plateful of the good food.  Garbage, they say, is the content ofContinue reading “What a sip is a sip of gossip?!: Just for laughs “

Trying to be what I ought to be  That only nectar is honey to the bee  Yet the rainbow is only a play of light  The colours all blend to become white  My cup of sorrow is full to half  Beyond it, I dare to laugh  Pledging my aching limbs to a staff  I smileContinue reading “Forgiving misfortune: A poem “

There’s nothing like a sweet nothing in the ear of a listener. And egos, they say, come in various shapes and sizes, just as men do. The shrewd eye will know, however, there’s much to gain from apple-polishing a man’s ego, than riding his own horse over the fence. The egoist doesn’t tolerate egoism, justContinue reading “Nothing’s flat about flattery: Just for laughs “

Waft like a feather  Fall like a stone  Change like the weather  Be a hypocrite to the bone  They can steal from shadows  They can break in through windows  They can mince words  And gift you the absurd  They can lie and they can deign  They can beguile and they can feign  They can makeContinue reading “Politicians: A poem “

Barren is its court  Worn is its coat  Smokeless is its chimney  Its door has no lock or key  Its painless eyes  go numb to the skies  The roof is still tiled  But its fence is a pile  Kids are kept away  from its unearthly grey  What transpires in its hall?  Place an ear toContinue reading “Haunted house: A poem “

I am a swan  in the pond  I toil underwater  But above I’m a saunter  I glide with the wind  My flight is a happy swing  I am silvery white  like a moon in the night  My smile is worth a million  My heart is bullion  But I feel pain  I cry like the rain Continue reading “The swan’s sorrow: A poem “

Dew falls in the night  So does the steady lowly streetlight  Casting shadows in its wake  Passersby their fears forsake  Leaves go silver in its shine  It steals the dark like a parasitic vine  When it’s dusk it brings its hue  And brightens, as well, the dawn anew  Every footfall is guided forth  Its silentContinue reading “Streetlight: A poem “

Many dream of fortune’s resplendent kiss  It shines on some, and gives others a miss  That storms do raze, while breezes kindly flow  The spindles of fate their omnipotence show  Some earn a dime, and some make a billion   Then, can we rue fortune is the telling villain  How its darkened face, on some, rainsContinue reading “Fortune: A poem “

For what does the lonely heart pine?  In whose arms does it want to recline?  To fill the countless gaps of time  A cloudburst in the desert of life’s rhyme  A conversation that fits like a shoe  A romance that is fresh as morning dew  A sheaf turned in a neighbourhood new  A canvas withContinue reading “The lonely heart pines…: A poem “

Don’t fault me if I wish to die  When I’m in pain, I’m bound to cry  Life can be plain, but accidents are sudden  A crossroad can become an oversized burden  Don’t condemn me for my lack of trust  A seeming Samaritan filled me with disgust  Don’t write me off if I say the worldContinue reading “I am what I am: A poem “