Author Archives: montecyril

If words were fleet as birds  Their wingspan over our spuds  Grow honeysuckle from the mud  Sunflowers from every bud  Even lightning can be light as feather  No architect may be the weather  Spices and herbs are in the humour  A smile is all the needed glamour  Fate is no hypocrite, no deceiver  It canContinue reading “If words were birds: A poem “

Flying in feathers through the window  Winter’s leathers. Forsaking a shadow  Braving the weather. And no furrow  Freeing tethers right to the marrow  I am as silent and withdrawn as a flower  This silence encases me in its tower  I am captivated by this unripe shower  Appetites for expression hold no power  Envision in theContinue reading “Feeling silent: A poem “

I see the river drifting wistfully in memory  Though you were once a standing tree  caught between the fences of innocence  and the world; and familial allegiance  The wind once whistled with your song  and the story of how you got along  You have nine lives in my heart  And even more, wherever I start Continue reading “Remembering: A poem “

I know the leaves from gold to grey  Those windswept and those that on the branches lay  And, in a sweet moment, to myself I say  We are just a season between June and May  I can kiss a flower and shed a tear  to see it shrivel and no longer dear  I am aContinue reading “When I forgot love and gratitude: A poem “

Black umbrellas in the cold rain  shielding faces steeped in pain  The weekly garbage bins are out  Scavenging birds are all about  The seas are climbing up the rocks  Icebergs are ripping up like smocks  Will this deluge the cities and docks?  Not heartening is global warming talk  I hear the streets’ hypocritical applause  TenderContinue reading “Getting drenched: A poem “

I can begin with your disappearing mangroves  And the memory of all the cherished love’s  dreams cluttered among the coconut palms  The salt and sand all over my arms  You were a loud movie in a packed theatre  Where the applause was louder, without fetter  And the streetside eateries caring not for hygiene  You hadContinue reading “To Mumbai, with love: A poem “

Lots of chocolate and lots of chips  Lots of Coke at my fingertips  Old MacDonald’s farm is in splits  The conmen have been given the slips  There are many rows within the hedgerow  where, without water, the flowerheads grow  And all the laughter makes it all too slow  There’re timeless moments above and below  YouContinue reading “Old MacDonald’s Farm: A poem “

I wake up to the early morning breezes  My thoughts paint my walls like friezes  And a child’s innocent garden of wonder yields  From life’s bitter ironies, this armour shields   My euphoria is vapour on the windows of my lounge  In the shanties of adversity, laughter rises from my ground  To hope for only aContinue reading “If grief comes to me…: A poem “

I laughed at his desperation  though the blood went cold in my veins  I was unable to bid for insurrection  I was all locked up in chains  Greed and selfishness go in vain  in the ambushed meadows of the slain  I could have shot him, but shot the other one  Madness is a method whenContinue reading “Tomorrow, in the Ark: A poem “

Summer is gone. Even its shadows don’t remain  Its heated squares have dissipated in the gardens,  where the daffodils will sprout in the cold  I feel a deep glow, as round as the moon  in the cocoon I have salivated for myself  I will have nothing else, no matrimony with cant.  This waiting within walls,Continue reading “Salivating for paradise: A poem “