Author Archives: montecyril

There are acrid fumes from blooms this night  Even a late thunderstorm fades pale and white  There are the alleged pariahs who knew no fright  But their brazen insight was never considered right  Yes, the necessity is long-standing dominos need to fall  But ruling pretensions continue with the most insolent gall  Bouquets are in theContinue reading “How crude is smooth?!?: A poem “

These little playful sounds  And the laughter in them resounds  I can revisit them, I can relive them  like candles that attempt  to keep alive in the wind  Innocent lives that never sinned  Human nature is at fault  But none such in purity’s vault  Love is laced with loyalty’s candour  Love is graced with salubriousContinue reading “Dearest pets: A poem “

What is love?  Is it a tiger or a dove?  Does it have teeth?  Is it staple, like wheat?  Ask your Mum  She knows all about its sum  Ask your Dad  He’ll tell you it’s no fad  Love, like eggshells, can be broken  For hypocrites, it is a mere token  How you elate when it’sContinue reading “What is love?: A poem “

Will you meet me at the crossroads?  Will you offer me bed and board?  Will you help me bear my load?  Will you share, with me, your little hoard?  Will you make my day and say:  I’ll be truly yours in old and grey?  And this lamp that shows the way  is where my fortune’sContinue reading “Will you, my dearest…?: A poem “

Noises outside. I’m at the door with a cup of tea  Is it the sound of triumph? Or is it just insane me?  The burning of fires is the flowing sap of my tree  The prolific earth over the horizon is my theme  This wind is so motive, it breaches all frontiers  Even broken bridgesContinue reading “The waiting, the calling…: A poem “

Your privileged choices are their double-edged sword  You think you’re on the right path, but it’s not your road  Your purpose is irrevocably lost in the dark of the woods  There are designs for you made by the ones in the hoods  These men in black have you spellbound with eloquent waxing  The real issuesContinue reading “Democracies: A poem “

O Dad! Your asters have legs  They walked with me all these years  This memory’s hangings with pegs  An ambrosia of love always endears  O Mum! Your voice is still music  There’s volume in this album of magic  I have rewound the lyrics in repeated flicks  Your flame is always burning on my wick  AndContinue reading “A little view: A poem “

From time immemorial, it besieged all lands  Without it, fertile oases turn to desert sands  When the skies weep, cornucopia leaps  and the weather gods are thanked in heaps  It is welcome rain, when the clouds have rolled  To the toiling farmer, it’s a shower of gold  In the city, black umbrellas raised like flags Continue reading “Rain: A poem “

I walk the alleys of oblivion of the night alone  Feel the cores of my soul constructed in stone  The mountain path is curved ahead and below  But there are invisible peers wherever I go  That I should seek the horizon of destiny’s gods  And account restlessly of my tallies of evens and odds  TwoContinue reading “Seeking reassurance: A poem “