Author Archives: montecyril

A lullaby to love. Chrysalis’ butterfly  in motherhood’s pain, is not asking why  And on this day, did you obligingly say  Mother, my path is the devotion you lay?  And all things nice, if her unfailing sacrifice  was looked upon as her character’s vice  Then all her mighty resounding deeds  would be the world’s biggestContinue reading “On Mother’s Day: A poem “

There may be no aimless wanderer at the traffic lights  But someone, somewhere just loses the vector of his sights  Rage snaps, and is inflammable like a thin nylon thread  And somebody’s outburst can strike terror in your bed  A stabbing episode in the city results in scores of victims  The victims’ kin are leftContinue reading “Painting a futile future picture: A poem “

This be much honey in our tea  even if the race run has no trophy  An invisible diamond-adorned finger  Each moment we cherish to linger  The flight arriving, miraculously, on time  The beggar’s gracious joy at just a dime  Mum’s meal reappearing like nostalgia’s wine  Someone dear telling you: “you are mine”  What the disheartenedContinue reading “Happiness: A poem “

Wounds may never or take time to heal  Animals are always desperate for a meal  But who has desperation and greed’s keel?  Ask those brokers who make their shady deals   All the turrets of civilisation are stations for guns  A psychopath’s cruelty is his occupation and fun  Voices of biased prerogatives aim at being dustedContinue reading “Life goes on…: A poem “

All those beautiful eternal flowers  in those timeless treasure-filled hours  Dewdrops in laughter’s vacation  A seeming lifelong childhood’s infusion  All of it so delicately gift-wrapped  in fountains and springs of love tapped  There is an additional letter in the alphabet  that is the emblem of a warm nest’s set  Every day is Dad’s birthday  EveryContinue reading “Dad’s birthday, Mum’s Day: A poem “

I know too well bush from thicket  For the grandstand, I have my ticket  I can play too on a seeming sticky wicket  Yet, this be no time for playing cricket  I have seen my precious pieces fall  Yet my queen, she stands so tall  She lets out a loud rousing call  when we areContinue reading “Strength in few numbers: A poem “

I never questioned fate  with the lion at my gate  The unicorn’s feather weight  is my lifelong engine’s freight  I have saved each day’s patience  each year’s indiscriminate silence  Decades have given me the licence  to roll out the carpets for brilliance  I am the motto of spirits that weave  multitudes of fanfare like theContinue reading “Regaining love: A poem “

With the skeletal remains of today  I have residues that will lather tomorrow  I was born like that, holding out to the blues,  the reds, the greens and the yellows, and crimson as blood  I almost died in my mother’s womb  But a grace, a prayer, was a garden  of sustenance. All limbs intact, IContinue reading “I just couldn’t die: A poem “

At the tableland uphill where the gods sit  watching collaterally as the hands shift  The moments of dark gold in time’s sift  The theatre is a parade for fools, with no gifts  The insignia are in the pockets of those who know  Emblems are locked in chests that they never show  One can wish to leave,Continue reading “Jailhouse rock: A poem “