Author Archives: montecyril

I don’t know if the laurels I deserve,  will place me on the apex of Mount Olympus,  But I see all those olive branches in the float below  And I keep looking away into some sort of disconnection.  I have lived in a hope of love and truths, and seen them  dissembled time again, like mountains being carved out into streets Continue reading “I don’t know if the laurels I deserve…: A poem “

Mother, I woke up in the morning and felt  the storm subside, only to reveal a distant pain!  Like after the storm, what does one do?  But feel the enervation or the energy to build   Paradise again? Did I die, mother? Did I cry?  Whose was the lie? Who was it that did conspire?  I thought again, with a ponder in a reflection Continue reading “My dearest Mother, did I die, once more!: A poem “

I see the revolutionary in me falling  like autumnal dust mixing in the dew  on petals of flowers shriveling in the night.  And I feel the mindless rage of all the summers  that lived within me going barren, as if every  speck of soil on the mountains, every pyramidion  of the history I reflected upon,Continue reading “That we could meet one eternity…!: A poem “

I live in a hardknuckled existence of only knowing myself,  a forward-backward guerilla, like a game of backgammon  where the pieces have a right to re-entry. I am no cloak-and-dagger  specialist, but I have an aura of intrigue, as much as I am subject to betrayal!  So, should I ask of Eros, or Gemini, or Cupid, even theContinue reading “Is the idea of love an illusion; is its promise, futility?: A poem “

I can say I bear the innocence of childhood   more than the wistfulness of age  A stoic makes every hardship bearable  even if, at the moment of its experience, it is unbearable  Would you imagine that a flower plucked before its time  could believe it is more fortunate than the withering one?  I just would now comprehend anyway, thatContinue reading “Even puppy love is profounder than misguided infatuation and fixation!: A poem “