Author Archives: montecyril

You know, this world is a yellow submarine, but there is prevalent subterfuge! I have been tired but had not taken the Sabbatical, despite there being overwhelming saboteurs of truth and justice. I did not fling the gauntlet at the chicaners but I dared all the same, only to be wrongly held culpable! For, thisContinue reading “A letter to one and all; that is more than just a letter…: A poem”

I am way up there, way out there Like a splattering of precious powder against deep purple amethyst The arc of a galactic bridge, the milky way reaching out from my topaz green to your olivine skin All the colours of crystal in a gem-invested celestial canopy, A glacial expanse of aquamarine or opal AContinue reading “You and I, and the dream in which we fly!: A poem”

You know I feel the moonlight dripping all over me like the sweat of a toiler  on a hot afternoon even when the clear sky talks of winter cold! So sometimes I feel the damp squibs running helter-skelter like rats in a sewer. I am not belied, I am not liveried by falsehoods, and IContinue reading “Let me be in the light I wish to perceive!: A poem”

Did I pluck out the moon from the sky and fling it away in my revelatory dreams; that you should all feel taken aback by my faint soliloquy and fortitude and have your eyeballs scorching me like hostile Suns?! You know, Emily Dickinson wrote about the Moon being distant from the tide, but yet beingContinue reading “Emily Dickinson, I don’t feel right about you!: A poem”

I can’t have any frequencies in times of glaring, screeching airplanes across the sky, even at night! I wouldn’t be a robotic heliodrome, even if the astronomers caught all the stars in their butterfly nets? What do we have to lose anyway, when the universe’s expansion will set loose our torsos from our limbs toContinue reading “Mother, where are you…(I need you)?!: A poem”

I recently warned a new friend, that I am often point blank! What is being point blank?! Is it an opinion or verbal attitudinal onslaught that asks for a radical  revisional shift in the recipient’s repertoire, demanding a change of focus; an oblique arrow when things are getting too straight for my liking, and obtuse!Continue reading “Call me `Ours’ or `nous’, if you like!: A poem”

You know I live quietly, in an archaic timelessness; on the second level of a three-storeyed apartment block, with a ground level and a dysfunctional lift. The street I am on, is misnomed Market Street; the market is actually on the adjacent street. I live quietly, like a bumble bee, going about its business, onlyContinue reading “This little pokey apartment No. 11 on Market Street!: A poem”

(For beauty was so infinitely profound in its original point, that it was envied and waylaid!) You know it is very hard to believe when faith becomes a bludgeony in time And I am already sixty-two this present moment in this life! May be sixty-two billion in infinity if space takes that much time toContinue reading “Most resoundingly for you…: A poem”

You know strands are tied to strands, even puppets are on longer chains than actually apparent! Is there a wilfulness in seeming ignorance, based on subconsciousness? Is all that unexplored profundity, a deeper recess? Is any coming of age a repetition of backdrops, shrouded in the mystique of remembrances, not yet awares, but yet, aContinue reading “The reincarnation of Robert Proud!: A poem”

The dim light seeps through the clouds that are all over the place to remind you of a failing convalescence, with the sky spitting rain and your emotions are in trouble. I see the evening snapping apart like a flower left to wither in a neglected vaze, with its petals slowly falling one by one,Continue reading “When you smile through all the rain and pain…: A poem”