Author Archives: montecyril

You know, I walked the mountains watching my  craft take shape in the hands of the seamstress I am, who moves all those mountains to find the right fabric! Didn’t I look for you too much in the deserts of Sinai for almost forty years, that my Joshua have a piece of the earth! Dad,Continue reading “Dad, I listened, I opened and look out for a stirring!: A poem”

(Based on the song by Coldplay titled Yellow) I saw an arm stretch out of the vastness; And it was blue bone dry in the language of the stars in their multifaceted variations, not motley chaos, but an order beyond an order, of you and me, turning up the flow from the faucets of theContinue reading “Yellow: A poem”

(Based on the song Sara, by Fleetwood Mac) Sara, you were the time from which I didn’t move away You were singing, and I was moving in a dance You were the wind, and I was the feather flowing Waiting for the weather to stop and stoop kindly at my door What is so gentleContinue reading “Sara: A poem”

May be I thought I was revolving around my own headspace, with the idea that I am an egocentric Universe. But, in fact, I am aware that this is a multifocal, multi-axial rotation of the circumference of me! And there is more to the extravasation from the numerous centres of light, than the mere sheddingContinue reading “A little great thing about love!: A poem”

This is not an ephemerality for a palpability in the backdrop of civilisational existentialism. A leaf falling from a tree may be presumed consigned to dust, but its spirit resurrects beyond autumnal cataclysm. A petal drops, fathomed dead, onto the floor of the earth, but its dewy tender fragrance seeps through timelessness! We are justContinue reading “From air to air: A poem”

I live like an interminable star in a wormhole, seeing everything flit between one orifice and the other; everything transmute from fire to crystal to stone; and I only live for a measure in an immeasurable time. Do you see I feel my aloneness, yet touch my soul’s harpsichords as the choir of love withinContinue reading “Would you be pleased just to get away?: A poem”