Author Archives: montecyril

I know my love is a motion that can never be aborted; It may, most times, never be acknowledged, but exists like a rock solid reality, which none can corporeally fathom; like the mountains of creation overlying the Universe; whose structure can never be a diminutive brevity, even if not obvious! I see Mum andContinue reading “Darling, do you see my love starshine over your horizon?: A poem”

I can talk like I can talk for days on end, yet most of the time, I am as silent as a hillock listening to the noises of the winds around it and the surrounding valleys that sing along in silence, like troubadours who lay stake to the mythic reality of true heroes! I amContinue reading “You can’t bury my intrepidity; you grave diggers(!); I will never bury the hatchet!: A poem”

I thought I am quite a kitchen king I turn out the savour with an instinctive savvy Can anyone fathom that  sometimes it ends in disaster? A hobgoblin in me tries permutations and combinations Finally, it is a risk, but isn’t life about risks I have endeavoured to be valiant despite all the odds againstContinue reading “Even if this poem is doggerel; it has much to say!: A poem”

I can see the vicissitudes of treachery unfold like scrolls of tyrannical reigns being read out at my village pavilions. I am no oblivious, ignorant chalet hidden between mountains, unaware of the treachery that besets me, but I can be confoundedly taken unawares by the relentless chicanery! My poor Sarah, I know you are oft-constrainedContinue reading “O poor James the Just! O poor Jacques du  Molay!: A poem”

I sleep among the shadows of a huge meadow where the branches of tall trees reach down to touch me And I am, at once, filled with their fluids, sap in my blood, giving me the extravagant lustre to feel the highest veneer of bark-wood, bathing in the sunshine! I think, suddenly, of the passingContinue reading “Imagination of greatness and mere humility of intrepidity!: A poem”

I tell Man his infinite reach is nothing like a white cotton cloud that amounts to only an illusion. Someday, the stars may collide and the zodiac will fall to pieces and break Man’s back! Even before the Sun may resolve to char the Earth! Is all destruction an account of the ruling beast’s sin?Continue reading “I tell Man: A poem”

I’d really say to you Matt: Righteous guys aren’t nice guys! Because there’s too much going on with the wickedness being passed off as good guys in the world today! So, the righteousness suffers, because all evil doesn’t cower in shame or penitence!. Do you think I feel like an ostrich burying its head inContinue reading “Matthew McConnaughty: Good guys aren’t nice guys!: A poem”