Author Archives: montecyril

(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”

Notice how I sit bleeding on the keyboard like a confessional, where the priest desists from pronunciation, only listens. But there are others who are listening with their ears to the blackbox of my phalanx for a telling intervention! Who is patient in cumbersome judgement these days(?), when we all have a flotsam  opinion inContinue reading “Just a little humorous entreaty to dragon slayers!: A poem”

There is a point in dichotomy, an aptitude in division, an intent of survival, a posture of coming good. Like when you part the continents and create the diversity, you achieve a dissimilitude to prevent the evil from becoming absolute. I water all my indoor plants once a  week, even though they all need differentContinue reading “To seek the truth and understand: A poem”

You know we can feel like we are alone on the twenty-first floor of a highrise; and we want to jump out of the window to test our wings; and our legs are firmly strapped to the ground. And even if we climb higher we can’t be spaceships in an instant! I am just forlornContinue reading “Do we yearn to fly…and can we?: A poem”

You’d think I’d wallow in a dusk that furrows headlong into the dawn of morrow, but never grants me the past, as if we have one way tickets in an occlusion that can only faintly trigger mere memory, but does not take you to its living decks. I am just absolutely hopeless in this kindContinue reading “Looking back and its futility(?): A poem”

(Concept obtained from an archaeological report by a Turkish author) These tales that outlast the simplistic lives of a world fated to lack altruism, because of overwhelming mendacity; and some of us still feel Esperantic in our encumbrances of relational sacredness; so that we befit the huge photo frames on the walls of the Universe’sContinue reading “O pets; `My Stephanos’ `gifts’ `crowns’!: A poem”