Author Archives: montecyril

There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem 

You know I never tried my hand at calligraphy  And I don’t think I have an expansive lexicon  But isn’t it absurd we have only 26 letters in the English alphabet?  So how does writing style become so imaginative with so  little to depend on?! I believe you can make quite a construct  with nothing. The entire subject of numerology is wrought  fromContinue reading “There are 36 cards in a pack without the trumps and jokers!: A poem “

Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem 

I draw the universe out of my pocket  and discover it is only a handkerchief!  Does imagination sum up magic  If one can trick another to believe that  one can turn an uninspiring stick into a bouquet?  Is magic a symbolic euphemism   like drawing a hare from a hat instead  of a trap-like rabbit hole, or turning a dagger into a rose!  Can an act behave like a word,Continue reading “Even the trump in your hand can become a delusion!: A poem “

Mother, the truth keeps dawning on me despite the deceptions!: A poem 

Mother, you see evil wants to cast its spell on me –  to put me into a long sleep of vile eroticism; where I  am hypnotised to condone it. You can see I feel   like I am entering a room of monsters with blood  seeping through the walls made from flesh of heroes   sacrificed before me. And I realise this spell is marked with a   dagger behindContinue reading “Mother, the truth keeps dawning on me despite the deceptions!: A poem “

The few options I have are very cruel on me: A poem 

You know the portals to divinity opened out  to me all through my youth, adulthood and  aging. It kept my memory fresh as morning dew  on the green grass of meadows, abundant as   the stars in the sky. I did not use my creativity   much, all through my life, though, because it  would be wasted in an evil hijacking (?!?). Even as  so manyContinue reading “The few options I have are very cruel on me: A poem “

I sacrificed so much for you all, you spineless people with no courage to stand up for the truth. There’s nothing dear to me that I can get, only humiliation from the same people I did eternal favours to! Fuck off with evil Anthony Albanese and the evil Left or with evil Prakash Saint Paul, you shameless lot. None of you are worth my salt! I want to go from this world!

With this evil Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese around, I just couldn’t be bothered who wins and loses. I just want to protect myself from both those evils. That’s all that is left for me to do! You all selfish people want to demean me and humiliate me because you all fear them too much. I don’t want to compromise myself anymore. I want to go from this world!

Two evils beset us, O Mother (Aditi)!: A poem 

Mother I am the first point that called on Aditi  You were sublime in your avatar of creating  the twelve Adityas. Did I imagine it would cause   me so much migraine, to negotiate between the  dimensions for eternity? I do not complain about  my suffering, Mother. But there are forces that   give me little option! So must I be the eddy that   createsContinue reading “Two evils beset us, O Mother (Aditi)!: A poem “