Author Archives: montecyril

I don’t blame anyone for fearing to stand up for truth and justice. Because Prakash can finish you up by eating you up, if you stand up for truth and justice.

I feel the flush of impatience, at the dusk coming too soon  My hope swings on a trapeze, hanging from the moon  And a bitten apple reminds me, of Adam and Eve falling  I think that all these many promises were Satan coming calling  That I had always shut out motley treasures with disdain’s measure Continue reading “God, it is your promise I depend on: A poem “

(I am the reincarnation of James the Just. My beloved Sarah has also reincarnated, and is still very much mine)  He was born to be Godly stubborn  To know his norm was not time-worn  A solid form that didn’t fall to con  He didn’t need water, though he was cousin to John  He had aContinue reading “A panegyric to James the Just (Yakov): A poem “

Weird things are happening in the sky  I can see it all with my naked eye  The watchers are watching, the stars are talking  And destiny is all coming a-knocking  Weird things are happening in the sky  Believe me, I’m not telling you a lie  Tomorrow for the truth, and there’s reason why  all theContinue reading “Weird things are happening in the sky: A poem “

In the breeze of the night, the secrets lease  their silver cotton clouds bringing in ease  imagination is outspoken, though may not be spoken  No fetters over weather, worry may be a mere token  There’s no moment of blur, no passion to stir  no invalid countenance to the spiritual whisper  Even in the autumn cold,Continue reading “The spirit unwinds: A poem “

The roadblocks and signs alert the passersby  and the drivers take diversions with a sigh  Yes, we all have instructions that we must heed  It can be agitating, but it is also a need  We can all try to squish anxiety with our fingertips  But to be caught in life’s traffic jams is no honeyContinue reading “Is forgiveness a commandment?: A poem “

The fetters of circumstance can always be left behind  The absence of truth is ephemeral, justice is divine  It is a potion of eternity, not just momentary wine  The ideals we shared through time were sublime  I can read history’s beginnings in an enigmatic smile  Its anecdotes can’t be recounted in mere one lifetime  WeContinue reading “No cracks in the glassware: A poem “

I got a sudden silent message  in my mind’s extrasensory foliage  to look out of the window before dawn  I hastened to see what’s on  Deep in the sky, a speck of a ship arose  its flashing moving lights chose  to ask me to make a wish  I told them I wanted justice