Author Archives: montecyril

You all can see  that when it came to choices for free  I displayed much inhibition  reluctant to play your much expected and desired melody  instead, dishing you an irony  And you had pleaded me with pleasantries  I didn’t cause the watershed; but only the upheavals  that designed the obituaries of every scheme  I felt like a lonely ghost walking in these graveyards Continue reading “To the ones that matter…:A poem “

I have never wooed choices,  even the ones between living and dying  It was a mere matter of circumstance.  I had no indolent time  hanging like hedonism out of the clock  and walking its character into my socks  It was always just conscious work  Even when energy was a parched reservoir  so, to rely on sheer will and sense ofContinue reading “Could you discern between perfumer and poisoner?: A poem “

They made you walk through the scalding fire of the stars  through the thaw of nearby planets  through the frostbite of the far-flung ones  even the meteors and comets continual bombardment  The blackholes ripping you to your bones  The supernova exploding in your face  The radiation of quasars giving you the most painful sores!  They gave you a chairContinue reading “I choose never to forgive…!: A poem “

Don’t ever dare tell me that I am losing time  Eternity is a place that makes time sublime  What about the treachery that keeps buying time?  …To transfix its undeserved location in the Halls of the Divine!  I am not fixated on apocalypse, even if it may be due  I didn’t withdraw any frontiers; I am not abandoning truth  Not even if youContinue reading “Don’t dare tell me I’m losing time!: A poem “

Do you talk to me of love,  insisting on its magnanimity?  I consign your persuasion as triviality  I know that my virtue is in discerning  the repleteness of love and feel above  the lewdness of fake demonstration  Do you talk of compassion,  when I have learnt to discriminate  with a solemn unretractable passion?  Ask the Church to continue itsContinue reading “Atlas can outlast and cutlass treachery!: A poem “

You can accuse my poetry as that with no placid rhythm  I wouldn’t debate if you consider it harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism  You can still have a little of my wisdom, even if you call it inappropriate  I am just going to engrave my convictions, at any indifferent rate  I can prescribe no lessons between the lines,Continue reading “You can call my poetry harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism: A poem “

It wouldn’t cause my death if my poetry was consigned to oblivion,  but would I feel my death if I would abandon it altogether  I construct a creation that teaches me to live to die and die to live  The life of a short-lived fragrance and flower each day to perennially relive  I have seldom reckoned that life, in its complexity, is very simple  IContinue reading “Should I blame my own creation for the existence of Beelzebub?: A poem “