Author Archives: montecyril

The shadows are stretching doom over long furlongs  I feel there are only barren pennies for my forlorn song  I am a castaway faraway from where the multitudes throng  And the devil is whistling triumph, furthering the wrongs  He has taken my apron, my dough and kneading bowl  He has too many weapons over-noising myContinue reading “The devils of this country…: A Poem “

I touch memories of that December’s crevice; it seemed  love couldn’t be violent as a nightmare turbulent stream  But I learnt, even broken hearts can wade, then swim  Why does December seem like a picnic, like watching a film?  I can’t think of Santa being cross, not even if he is at a loss  IContinue reading “To an old love (I’m still a lonely star): A poem “

It is the month of March  I see the flowers arch  to milder days; it’s okay  that the season lasts only till May  I await a prognosis  I fathom the promise  like a widow at a seance  thinking it is the last and only chance  Outside, the autumn colours bloom  Now, a dream may orContinue reading “Dad, I picture me at your grave: A poem “