Author Archives: montecyril

I was angry over my brandy yesterday till the dark blue sky clothed me with its means of subsidence. I woke up with the same old grace, ready to apologise for my impromptu impatience. A friend told me it was lucky I didn’t kill, because I have such a fine mind. You know, I didn’tContinue reading “What is conformism? What is crime? And what is contravention?: A poem”

I thought I was turning the sheafs of books to an old leaf But you can say it was an act of pulling up trees There are things you say out of love that you mean And you really want to act, because love is so well-defined in your veins But the result of theContinue reading “Babush Putt: A poem”

How do I name myself in an iota – a slip of a word that grows as tall as a tree, over me? How do I define myself, and not find any meaning in the chasm I am compelled to descend into, like Jack’s abysmal beanstalk? You’d think I was nameless, like a country roadContinue reading “The words are: face up to the `challenge’: A poem”

I spun around like wisdom finding focus in itself as the leaves from the trees kept falling to the floor, and I opened and shut my door, like long before…. and once more, so I could silently never go! In Mumbai, the past comes like a confounding overwhelming summer, its heat brings hot tears fromContinue reading “If I were to see who I am, would that be a solution?: A poem”

I see a shower of meteors falling down and I am only wearing a raincoat! I went to the stores, this morning and a man dropped his umbrella, and looked at me. I see the metaphors come raining down, like those infernal cars; Why, now, I’ve taken a repulsion for white cars?! See them croppingContinue reading “I dare all, and I fear none! : A poem”

I think of the neon of the nineteen eighties, but now I have white or yellow lights sugaring me with a shadow at me feet And when I look at that dark reflection I think of sleep, yet, I am wide awake; even as I look out of the window and can’t locate the Moon!Continue reading “Is peaceful satyagraha the only weapon, or should it be rage?: A poem”

Would I believe the star of Bethlehem, star-crossed a chosen one to a death by crucifixion? You know, since that fateful day, the world lost conjecture and began to convictedly believe…or, that love was death and torture and burning at the stake of Pagans, even the brief history of the once flourishing langue d’oc toContinue reading “Brother Jesus, whatever is your life, whatever is the lie…: A poem”

I can see you in the sun Your soul like a magnificent illuminated aura Like a golden pearl hanging distinctly from the sky Like a white and black adamantine embossed in my eye All speckled in abstract beauty with your special gifts I thought I knew that gift even a long time before you arrivedContinue reading “I can see you in the sun….: A poem”