Author Archives: montecyril

I am not just a vapour exhaled by the earth to die in the ephemerality of a moment(!); I am so old, I could have died with age and antiquity; but I kept burning, like a child who musters evergreen timelessness such that he can forget his name and years, decades and centuries, but neverContinue reading “I am sworn to keep burning….: A poem”

I didn’t think I needed someone else’s song, to rivet in a ding-dong, to play along I just sought a lyric in candour every time I shut my own door! In my heart, at least I know I want to be in a place I was before Mum was in step with me, with aContinue reading “I didn’t think I needed someone else’s song to get along!: A poem”

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”