Author Archives: montecyril

Do you think it was legend to mark posterity when you thought native blood was mere cheap liquid, not even red as the Ameri-Indian skin And your pale-face was a perfection in Christ in your missionary zeal of Franciscan fraternalism; by the spikes on your shirt to cut you, to bleed you just like theContinue reading “Junipero Serra and all you murderous priests: A poem”

Did an ancient hierophantess write in intricate calligraphy on the firewalls of my soul? Or, am I more manifest in antiquity like stone? My firewalls are not installed to keep out the fires without, but to keep them burning within. When Emperors fell, imperialists arrived. We need saviours, we need heroes, who are prepared toContinue reading “The Universe’s determinism is no `que serra, serra’: A poem”

I turn the tempo of temperament like a wheel in fortune’s lap, like a slap of something delectable on my tongue! I am sorry that I forgot to clean last dinner’s food-droppings on the floor. It’s left the scurrying roaches something to feast about through the night! But I am reliving the moments of savour.Continue reading “This is my legacy, this is my culture, this is my tradition, this is my history!: A poem”

I am drowning in a brandy, or beer Thinking that my tale is not that of King Lear I am just touching my sixty-second year! And what do I hear, what do I hear?! I hear it like a knock on the door, so near! Like a squat on the floor, right to my earContinue reading “O what beautiful wings so many visiting kindred spirits give me!!!: A poem”

I see these mountains of simple folk descend on me, these glowing orbs of feminine spirits rush down like a marching army to strike me with wonder, If this was an empowerment between us, O Motherhood(!) of ancestral women blowing through an emancipating wind a magic glow, like a heraldry that shouts the indispensability ofContinue reading “On the inspiring, illuminating apparition of all those beautiful Goan women: A poem”

You and me, we are like trees, barely touching, but full of our embrace! I see us wandering in different gardens but imbibing of the same fragrances; like golden flowers whose similitudes are only apparent in ether. Even so, we partake of the same nectarine ambrosia, in different cups. And I feel I am streamingContinue reading “I am divine in you, you are divine in me!: A poem”

I don’t think he needed go-go girls or cheerleaders to give vibes to his performances; and what performances they were in a hard corner, of a pokey apartment on a lower-class suburban street! His aspirations were on the much-abused list, languishing as they were, as if they would, in any case, become cup meals forContinue reading “Houdini as star-crossed cross bearer: A poem”

Is love an open-ended word like galvanising an everlasting endeavour, or actually just a jigsaw to be shattered in frustration, serving as a task of taking away the productivity of  travail toward the end-purpose. I see a dawn fall into a cusp of belief and unbelief, trust and distrust of love against the backdrop ofContinue reading “Aubade: A poem”

Give me the Taurus of Ulysses though I don’t spite Aquarius Give me the Sagittarius of Ulysses not the Pisces Then I’d accept the moniker Ulysses, though I prefer Odysamoi! I believe the Romans habitually perversified Greek titles! You know, I adulated Hercules, untill I learnt he killed lions and mythic heroes know more difficultyContinue reading “You know James Joyce, I have Ulysses (Odysamoi) written all over me!: A poem”