Author Archives: montecyril

In Spain, they would say, it rains only in the plains. But now we know it’s El Nino or La Nina. Some may think the rain a pain. Some may call it a blessing. Depending on which part of the globe you’re in. But you can’t change the weather with a wishing.   And ifContinue reading “Rain, rain go away, or come again?!: Just for laughs “

I am older than Methuselah  I am younger than the future  I can gladly sing: Shalala!  For I always see the bigger picture  I am wiser than Solomon  I don’t get impressed by con  Like Enoch, I converse with the gods  Yet, I am my own master and lord  The devil, to me, is onlyContinue reading “I am older than Methuselah…: A poem “

I never had fortune, because he was always opportune  So, I never played his tune…never cast his rune  I waylaid forty-seven, I guerillaed seventy-nine  I know he’ll have to learn his lessons in his own time  Even if my pain does hurt, it is not in vain  The sky is not the limit where IContinue reading “Teaching the devil his lessons: A poem “

You could always be below your best  Love could be closet, not a harvest  And could you be for a few, and not the rest?  Is your love selfish? I’m sorry, I jest  God could be double-edged, does he forgive?  Did he create us so that we love and live?  Is life a penal colony?Continue reading “Dear Valentine…: A poem “

If only justice could be done! If only it could be done without pun My Dad deserves it, every bit But the evil Prakash will hijack it I can hope and I can pray But the devil takes hold of every way I can’t relax and I can’t sit For all through winter, I haveContinue reading “If only justice could be done!”

I am a perennial time traveler  Like a phantom walking stellar  in every heaven’s untainted street  Disguise can’t fool me for what I greet  Like an oyster shut tight, but free,  no waters can assail me with treachery  I didn’t expose my precious, noble butt  to the pederast’s intrusive strut  I am the flame thatContinue reading “Call me Jacob! Call me Yakov! I recall!: A poem “

I am worn out, but I won’t lay my crosses down  No! I won’t complain! Won’t have the heaven’s frown  I’ll keep painting the walls of every town  I’ll walk in a straight line, then walk around  There is birth at dawn, and rebirth at sunset  after the long day’s travails, which I vet  AndContinue reading “Won’t lay my crosses down: A poem “

It is no raging curse, but an unforeseen boon  This, my long-haul race with a marble on a spoon  In such grace, even lowly crows can croon  And lions and unicorns can dance and swoon  The crackle of thunder is in the horizon yonder  where there’s blood in dew, and squares are rounder  A sprinklingContinue reading “I set off to your gunshot: A poem “

Last night, their spaceship streaked across the sky  As fast as light it went; almost escaped my eye  They came from Taurus! They came so long again  with a fellowship, I was very keen to maintain  They showed me a hologram of a ziggaraut  I must confess: What it meant, indeed I know not  TheyContinue reading “From Taurus, they came back again: A poem “