Author Archives: montecyril

Shadows do not fall on a pitch-black night  Lightning doesn’t strike on a day of clear sunlight  But the grey…the omnipresent grey of the seas  It swallows the brown sands and deluges the feet  The heat and cold; should one fear or be bold?  In the dance of life, can the soul’s rhythm be sold? Continue reading “Grey: A poem “

Fly away pretty face  To the arms of eternity race  Take death out of your vase  And with fresh flowers replace  If you had spoken just a word  in it, the song of love would be heard  Your chalice, to us, was that of laughter  A spring relives even after  That you should regale paradise Continue reading “Fly away, my darling Casula: A poem “

You are sidelined because you don’t have two faces  You have worked hard and touched dedication’s bases  You may wonder how the callous snub of fortune races   even though you had your head in all the right places  There is no gesture for idealism; idealism locked horns  A straightforward anathema for the ones with theContinue reading “Stick by dignity (Dear Sisters): A poem “

An old script becomes young when deciphered  An ancient world awakens and is quietly heard  Horses and men, armour, sword and wherewithal  Captives and victims, rapined landscapes, victors have it all  A stampede from ambition, a riot out of unquenched greed  Ages of misdirected conviction, control being the creed  A thumbnail of the forgotten, aContinue reading “History repeats itself: A poem “