Author Archives: montecyril

I am a nereid, not of water, but of earth  There is no blanket of encumbering dirt  that cloaks me as I play in the flower beds  And even though I got cut by thorns and bled,  there were coloured pearls that I always shed  And they were not only in shades of red  IContinue reading “My love for you: A poem “

If only I had a clear vision of your version;  all the complicated multiplication and division,  then the infinite numbers of my seeking soul  would fit exactly and precisely in your bowl  I am enthused by the fact that the pain begets wisdom  though, to the ordinary eye, it may seem like masochism   Yes, IContinue reading “My mathematics with you: A poem “

Recession seems to be taking everyone for a rough ride these days. And none are likely to downplay it. But if you meet any of those down dudes your way, you ought to know it’s just an expression of the times. As a sign outside the sweet and spice shop put it: “We’re in aContinue reading “Dying can give some a fresh lease of life: Just for laughs “

I don’t melt like wax, God, please relax!  I never ever get stopped in my tracks  I am clay, but clay that doesn’t shatter  This is in reassurance to my dear potter  I cling to the ledges; don’t snap like wedges  I laugh heartily when I’m on testing edges   My strength, at any length, hasContinue reading “Me, the steam engine: A poem “

I am brown. But see! I’m gold! Behold!  I am like the forest that never goes cold  Rejection doesn’t grow on my bones like mold  Wisdom takes me by the hand in a borrowed land  I am brown like rare earth, not dirt; my breath  doesn’t go heavy when prejudice meets my step  I burnContinue reading “Brown is around in every town: A poem “