Author Archives: montecyril

I am a pianist, with the keys all jumping in my head  There’s wee happiness and little rage, all in blues and reds  And there’s melancholic rendition, to which my soul weds  I am still equanimous for all the many lies you said  The piano keeps playing with a backdrop of hope and faith  For,Continue reading “The piano in my head: A poem “

In the collision of continents, in the collusion of galaxies  In the omnipresent arms of the Supreme, who oversees  In the wisdom, the intuition and the inherent inspiration  In the forests of voices coming in like spirits whispering  I have been a patient and slow snail, yet flown like a dart  I had been brokenContinue reading “I look for you…: A poem “

I know poetry is not long-lasting fire, but short-lived words  It is only an invention forgotten; takes up a moment’s third  It is not imagery like a film, not thorough as a popular tome  Not an audio that can be rewound; it is only moments-worn  Does this make the poet sad? His impotence stares atContinue reading “The poet: A poem “

I have dug wells in the pits of despair  and combed fields of skies in your thoroughfare  The dark space of my helipad comes alive  where the flights of daily cargo of dreams arrive  In my soul is locked a paradise only I behold  A valley, a mountain, a universe on the roll  The painContinue reading “Walk with me to the ends: A poem “

Your mouth is rancid  with flesh and blood in your teeth  Your evil has no lid  Desperation is your heartbeat  My innocence is a widow  to your predatory bow and arrow  Me and my loved ones are your prey  There are corpses everyday  But I believe every volley  of the tempest is a folly  TheContinue reading “Velociraptor Prakash: A poem “

You can axe me   like a lumberjack  You can scythe me  like a reaper  I’m a flower  that lost its charm  as if it shed  a useful arm  I see hope  as dim as candlelight  And in it, my words  flickering like shadows  I rippled in dreams  that were not shallow  But the seasonContinue reading “The devil Prakash will have to pay his due: A poem “

Dad, this world was never meant for you and me  I walked the harshest desert, yet, it’s not the oasis that I see  The devil always gets his way, gets his way willy-nilly  He may have the trophy, but he will never walk free  They can think their fortune is in ruling the world  EvenContinue reading “Dad, you are my king, please don’t ever forget: A poem “