Author Archives: montecyril

I wish I were the receptacle of love  That fit my hand perfectly like a glove  That a revelation would perch like a dove  in my heart, like tongues of fire from above  I wish my empty notes were inlaid with inspiration  Lighting up skies, rousing up entire nations  That my wishes would sprout likeContinue reading “I wish I were (what I am): A poem “

You are young and not stung  by the wasp of disdain  You see sunshine in the rain  Your wisdom is all too simple and plain  Your smile is the music of life  Hope in it is like a blossom ripe  Your waves are always in high tide  The diamond you wear is the innocence inside Continue reading “A letter to my dear…: A poem “

The minstrel of peace sings to an empty audience  When borders are broken with the music of violence  Fortune is laid bare in war’s desert-like cloak  And detente falls like a lightning-struck oak  Can the reassurances of leaders allay the peoples’ fears? The wells of despair and the orphans’ tears  The sorrow that the haplessContinue reading “War: A poem “

Our history is a rapacious bloom  Where guns have borne the victims’ doom  And did the victors bleed the flesh of ice  to scale the walls of prejudice?  Pale faces darkened with greed  Did justice lie among the weeds  Power wore the robe of impunity  Lies were masqueraded as honesty  A pretty reflection in aContinue reading “Human justice and divine retribution: A poem “

Out on the hot dusty streets  where the swift wind lurked  as if seeking amid  the petty stores   And circular swoops of laughter emerged  from piquant fires burning within.  Sharing such secrets gave us  a subtle grace, an acquiescent wit  That feeling the sacred and profane  our thoughts encompassed, both,  the intense and the puerile Continue reading “Seeking, on the hot dusty streets: A poem “

Will you be mine?  When the stars lose their shine  When the skies turn over  Like the underside of a cover  Will you greet me?  When dignity is a dead tree  When the desert of age  Sweeps over me with a rage  Will you console me?  When my four walls are misery  When with painContinue reading “Will you be mine, when…?: A poem”

What makes a leader  a hate breeder?  Clutching at power  Like sepals at a flower  The masses are herded like cattle  The bricks of freedom are all too brittle  Hope’s moon doesn’t shed light  against clouds of arrogance, and goes out of sight  Power is the famine of individual rights  when evil pugilists win the fights Continue reading “To be but cattle, or not…: A poem “

I feed my fears like a child  Thinking of the cruelty of the wild  The hunger and panic of the hunt and kill  And our world ruled by an oligarchy’s will  That wisdom is slaughtered by advocacy  No storms of awakening in a cup of tea  The stones of civilisation have no roofs  History, albeit,Continue reading “In the wilderness of ignorance: A poem “

The icy wind plays havoc with my walk  As dusk comes stalking at the clock  The hairs on my skin stand like bristles of a brush  in the shine of the early moon that seems in a rush  The bowing flowers fight, in vain, the dying light  A steeple silently silhouetting the sky comes inContinue reading “To all those out in the cold: A poem “

The sun spills its gold  like a freshly cut mango  Its juices I behold  at my window  I let the breeze in  to feed my dreams  My breakfast sings  with honey and cream  My breath is shallow  as I walk to the door  Hoping it’s someone  that’s warm like the sun  A wind-swept mind  AContinue reading “My little rhyme: A poem “