Author Archives: montecyril

My Mum was intelligent, but she read only a very few books  My Dad was creative, but he didn’t read any, not even those for cooks  But they had a simple altruistic wisdom, was not out of fluke  They chanted for all, with beads in their palms, even for the crooks  We learned to loveContinue reading “Not his light…: A poem “

You tell me, to my joy, that I am yours  I have been toiling hard, with all fours  But never did I beg or knock on doors  The unicorn always heeded to the lion’s roars  I fell like Alice into a time warp’s rabbit hole  The lost and desolate millennia, out in the cold  NorContinue reading “I waited long and hard for you: A poem “

There’s nothing fickle about miracle, no trick like magic  The wizard lives long and grey, doesn’t bleed from a pinprick  The Coven in Coventry lies low, but toiling in the woods  They don’t get vindicated by vindictiveness, but justice in their hoods  They cast no spells in wells, they burn bridges with their hells  TheyContinue reading “Graveyards of their souls (Is it Jesus?): A poem “

This pulsebeat, this fire’s heat, this perilous seat  Words to greet, and then repeat, a sprinter’s fleet  This waking for dawn with the grace of a fawn, a figment born  Evangelising a storm, pictures of you, Dad and Mom, love’s bomb  I am quite a packet in a bracket; this thicket, just whack it  LocketsContinue reading “Fear will never…: A poem “

Not to forego ego is a selfish man’s snore  The cocksure feel right, right at each door  If one counts the numbers for every score  a question looms large over prejudice’s decor  Romance may be all the crowing of wayward boys  who can ruthlessly shoot their temporary toys  But each decoy is a noise forContinue reading “True heroes are not news but mythology: A poem “

On the lissom phantasmal nereid’s trail  the slow boat of a yearning mind sets sail  Would I keep seeking even if imagination fails  in unrelenting meadows with a misty veil?  I am armoured with just poor pen and notebook  for the brook of magic to break out of vacant nooks  This blood of patience, risingContinue reading “A pen and a notebook: A poem “

Who couples with the past? Who lives for the future?  The conception of posterity wants the womb of human nature  Yet, the sins of history become destiny’s tragedy  Yester decades’ crimes are still present crosses for somebody  We live, we breathe the mists of convention and decorum  In the palaces of the victors, the servantsContinue reading “Toast to Putin: A poem “

What thicket caused his tears?  What deluge roused his fears?  Did he have a history of cheer?  Did he travel far and wide or near?  How sick was he when he passed?  Was rancour his breath till the last?  Did he cower helplessly in winter’s blast?  Or revel in spring’s endearing cast?  How many and whomContinue reading “At a gravestone: A poem “

Does hurt heave an angry soul?  Does anguish leave the bitter old?  When fate rubs salt on wounds that are raw  but you are calm, it’s an act deserving awe  When love breaks you, like it makes you  And you begin to think nothing is true  Can tears take away the tide of grief?  They mayContinue reading “An ostrich or a lion?: A poem “