Author Archives: montecyril

because everybody’s scared of him eating them up. Even God fears him. But I’m not scared of him eating me up. I copped it all my life and from the beginning of time. But I certainly don’t want any help from people with no guts. I have never been daunted by the prospect of beingContinue reading “The bloodthirsty bodygrabber always gets his way”

Speak not with haste, good can go to waste  Sip with God’s lips, and savour the taste  The meal is satiating in the humble paste  The manna is given to the profound not to the base  And you can ever dwell where you cast a wise eye  If you unbelieve that you are always theContinue reading “In God’s will: A poem “

Everybody reads agony columns quite avidly. Call it an obtuse glee at seeing others suffer, or genuine empathy; but I’m sure none can overlook a column that reads like this:  Dear Agony Aunt,  I am a thirteen-year-old. Most of my friends are having the time of their lives, but mum insists I shouldn’t go outContinue reading “Any regrets? Contact Agony Aunt: Just for laughs “

The semantics of a language that doesn’t resonate  gives me no libido for material aspiration. Virtue comes   like an arrow from the bow of lack of expectations  I don’t drink from wells of devalued character  A fortress is built from an immaterial soul. I know,  the billionaire can be one-billionth of the pauper  PalacesContinue reading “Expectations: A poem “

I play with the bird on my arm  and caress it gently with my palm  I see the procreation of a sentence  a phrase lithe on my thinking sense  I wrap it around my wrist like a bracelet  roll it on my body till it’s wet with my sweat  I am rapt in my patientContinue reading “My poem: A poem “

He’s got paradise on his windscreen  And he dances for the queen  He’s got his engine and carburetor  And he’s the rough road’s decorator  There are rabbits in his hat  And on his feet winds sat  He dances just like that  with the fire-ball’s fire-bat  You can’t take the earth  out of him, was hisContinue reading “He’s got paradise on his windscreen: A poem “

I dreamt that I could turn the river’s flow  into every pore of my basalt soul  I woke up to realise that this floor  can’t be swept clean right to the door  The horsemen in the battle only have evil   in their bows, and they trade blows that they will  I rub a lampContinue reading “I dreamt, but when I woke up, I grieved: A poem “

I reflect, all these years of working jobs  that I didn’t want to do. And earlier still,  an education that I didn’t want to learn.  And the bully sitting next to me reducing me to tears  I found hidden within me a secret communion  An imagination rising like a rope out of a well  FantasyContinue reading “Prayer: A poem “

You were no weaver, but you wove my imagination  You were the precursor of my sacred nation  I think, walking in your footsteps is a dream  the prolific vegetation with which these paths teem  And we were always father-son, son-father  that God planned and we’d rather  I know the fault lines of history made theContinue reading “Dad, you are my running mate: A poem “