Author Archives: montecyril

Whipped up my hopes like egg yolks  Before they were hatched, I spoke  The fast car that screeched at a red light  left the driver pale with fright  The nightmare is in the vision  Hell burns from shattered illusions  I took flight on a fledgling’s wings  Now am sore with the wind’s swings  Promise meContinue reading “Greed and sorrow: A poem “

The big cats may have a field day in a dog-eat-dog world, but it’s not so nice a place for those at the receiving end of the cat-and-mouse game. And if you’re often in the predicament of a cat’s paw, you have every right to feel as nervous as a cat on a hot tinContinue reading “All about cats in a dog-eat-dog world: Just for laughs “

It’s easier to pretend to be free  And sacrifice one’s honour and dignity  But we felt we were ground to dust  So, we vowed to do what we must  The prisons are in the dependence  Power is hungry for injustice  Our fight was through non-violence  The thunderous voice of silence  Decades went by, but weContinue reading “Freedom fighters: A poem “

There’s many a quip between slip and lip in cricket. And cricketers, more so, are renowned for keeping their wits in the most trying of times. But this bitter batter didn’t seem quite humoured by the fair sex at all. Not since he was bowled out in a maiden over.  But maidens shouldn’t dampen theContinue reading “You could only bowl a maiden in cricket: Just for laughs “

Chances are the tide will bring  a fisherman’s harvest on its wing  Happiness thrown from a sling  A child’s frolic on a swing  Chances are the orphan will share  a family’s Christmas full of care  The homeless will happen to greet  a hearth’s bright fire warming their feet  Chances are great leaders will shine  withContinue reading “Chances are…: A poem “

Burglary may be a serious crime, but that doesn’t stop the everyday comic to steal a funny from the backyard. But if a robber didn’t rub it in your rib as yet, you’re rather lucky. There are many who have lost much of their sense of humour to the burglar’s cunning.  But this mother hadContinue reading “A thief in a thicket is worth the wicket: Just for laughs “

The English language will ever be the source of puzzlement for the learner. And every newcomer must volubly wrestle with the customary buts and puts before he attains a degree of proficiency. But the unsuspecting eye can jolly well end up in folly over the idiosyncrasies of English – like the husband who branded hisContinue reading “Cricket is fowl in English: Just for laughs “

How can I write poetry?  When my life is bereft of a story  Youth’s riverbed ran empty and dry  when I did believe hope was worth a try  The heart paced without a lover’s embrace  Nor the face of beauty did grace  Not mine were the kisses of fate’s promises  Adulthood’s sky was all wishesContinue reading “How can I write poetry…?: A poem “

A brave thought is the haloed touch  Like icons in a church  A broken wing mended after each storm  Is strength’s dew at every dawn  To love truly is to be free  Even when one sheds like an autumn tree  An orchard bears fruit for others  Milk for all from a cow’s udders  To free theContinue reading “A voice in character: A poem “

I am losing weight like sand in an hourglass  Like water leaking out of fractured brass  The decayed fruit that loses mass  Like falling petals in a vase  I am growing old before my time  The desert widens, the oasis declines  What hope for the dark and gloomy plain  when the moon is always onContinue reading “On losing weight: A poem “