Author Archives: montecyril

Your privileged choices are their double-edged sword  You think you’re on the right path, but it’s not your road  Your purpose is irrevocably lost in the dark of the woods  There are designs for you made by the ones in the hoods  These men in black have you spellbound with eloquent waxing  The real issuesContinue reading “Democracies: A poem “

O Dad! Your asters have legs  They walked with me all these years  This memory’s hangings with pegs  An ambrosia of love always endears  O Mum! Your voice is still music  There’s volume in this album of magic  I have rewound the lyrics in repeated flicks  Your flame is always burning on my wick  AndContinue reading “A little view: A poem “

From time immemorial, it besieged all lands  Without it, fertile oases turn to desert sands  When the skies weep, cornucopia leaps  and the weather gods are thanked in heaps  It is welcome rain, when the clouds have rolled  To the toiling farmer, it’s a shower of gold  In the city, black umbrellas raised like flags Continue reading “Rain: A poem “

I walk the alleys of oblivion of the night alone  Feel the cores of my soul constructed in stone  The mountain path is curved ahead and below  But there are invisible peers wherever I go  That I should seek the horizon of destiny’s gods  And account restlessly of my tallies of evens and odds  TwoContinue reading “Seeking reassurance: A poem “

Shadows do not fall on a pitch-black night  Lightning doesn’t strike on a day of clear sunlight  But the grey…the omnipresent grey of the seas  It swallows the brown sands and deluges the feet  The heat and cold; should one fear or be bold?  In the dance of life, can the soul’s rhythm be sold? Continue reading “Grey: A poem “