Author Archives: montecyril

I feel the distance at the nearness of the crowd  Can it be hated with vehemence, and hated aloud?  The trams spill with anxiety, panic fuels the wheels  This lunge for survival, as if hippos were on our heels  The Schrodinger’s cat in us is both alive and dead  What is given to us isContinue reading “Caught in traffic jams: A poem “

The wind sweeps the agile shoreline streets  The tide reverberates, then hastily retreats  A seagull dives, then quickly self-assuredly climbs  A broken shell’s beauty is on my shapeless mind  A motionless boat’s sail pricks the placid horizon  All speed is relative to distance and to the sun  I watch the clouds hang low in theContinue reading “Fragile wonder: A poem “

What are they? Asters, daffodils or chrysanthemums  In my mind, the ideas tick like clocks; and wondrously hum  like, on the beachfront, the choir of the waves ceaselessly drums I take the lights of the auroras in my mind’s skies as they come  I cannot be as far-reaching as wavelengths from the stars  But inContinue reading “Words: A poem “

Clocks wind like a spell  And aging minds can’t tell  how time steals from you  youth’s tender dew  Autumn falls bold as a stone  for butterflies to etiolate, time-worn  Health weeps like a widowed crone  She goes fleshless to the bone  You realise the last crest  was the wave’s unrepeatable best  It then takes slow ebbs Continue reading “Waltzing till midnight: A poem “

A wind of pleasantness wafts in my kitchen  As spices are my vices and my weapons  Donning an apron is like the shade of trees  Its leisureful refuge putting me at ease  There is no curfew on desire in my choices  I listen to my heart’s liberating voices  With the knives and ladles like aContinue reading “Mum is a memory in the kitchen: A poem “

A cup of milk, tea and sugar  steeps my morning with vigour  To bask in smile for a while  before I run my day’s mile  The hue of its mellow brown  distances me from an undesirable frown  I can never feel let down  Every sip is with delight bound  In the cold of winter andContinue reading “Morning’s cup of tea: A poem “