Author Archives: montecyril

My dead pet came to me with love  And I was freed from the deluge by a dove  I don’t look for victory with desperation  These are not the granaries of my nations  I could cry over the battles lost, the cost  of sacrifice in vain, the insurmountable pain  This road is meaningful, even if obscure Continue reading “My pet came to me…: A poem “

I hear from the omnipresent mind of Brahma  that there is no decadence of purity  even if it is repeatedly abused and defeated.  With this knowledge, I think my seeking is fruitful  and I dance to the Rta of Varuna…  to the music of the universe  All the victories and defeats  are but falling dominoesContinue reading “To my soulmate, Part two: A poem “

(I waited for so long, long for you. And you were an infant in my arms)  I feel my hair come loose, like a lion’s mane,  and hang down right to my boots  I spent all these long, long years  feeling them till they deafened my ears  There is a lamplight at my expectant door Continue reading “To my soulmate, Part one: A poem “

In the requiem, I feel the seeking expression  of a child who cannot do without umbrage  I say : “you are always with me in courage.”  A clear sky at my window, and a garden  at my door. I nod like approbating flowers  in a soft wind and their beds are filled  with life-giving salts.Continue reading “Remembering you, beautiful Mother: A poem “

I am a poet of the old kind  Letting no jigsaw plague my rhyme  No complex metaphors to have you blind  in my black and white peppered lines  I can strip naked for the voyeur  Honesty walks down my foyer  The thespian, the surgeon and the lawyer  are plainclothespersons making up my choir  Who canContinue reading “I am a poet: A poem “

What is everything?  God in a nutshell of religion  The promise of salvation  A belief in the overwhelming din  I look at myself in the mirror  at the atrophy, in horror  And I think I’m losing everything  But does matter matter?  Yet, I want to feel confident there is a promise beyond matter  The truthContinue reading “A poem on everything: A poem “

This spring is like growing  figments of out-of-sync imagination  on the tree of my soul  I can feel something missing  from the breathing whole   Eros’ misbegotten arrow  He tried and I am tired, but am still wired  to the electricity of destiny.  These streets of my life  are old, but hold on to convictions’ gold Continue reading “No passion for self-defeat: A poem “

I can see you waiting and wanting  for a response, with an outstretched arm  And I am thinking, before the conversation begins,  now, this will have to end. I have walls of ifs and buts  that refuse to be taken down. I can only let you in…  But I have a garbage bin for vainContinue reading “Betrothed to a star: A poem “

O moon!  Have you come too soon? Is it a curse or a boon?  Did I play my flute to your tune?  The herd in the pasture  are asking for a future  Did I steal my own rapture?  Am I cause for my own torture?  O moon!  I have not yet cast my rune  IsContinue reading “O moon!: A poem “