Author Archives: montecyril

(You called me yesterday O Sita (my eternal love, Jashmina)! And I sing your song, today!)  I know how you picked flowers for me, my Lord Ram  on the mountain slopes of Baghram, in a land older  than Bactria, rich in honey and dew, when it was not as  cold or despairing as it is now. Then, I was taken against Continue reading “Sita Devi sings to Lord Ram in a posthumous eternity of silent proximity: A poem “

I felt a long train of thought chug through my mind,  taking the deep-rooted rails of my convictions places.  Did I feel like a fabric slipping under the needle of a   sewing machine? Or like a rag that no longer serves   to be used as a cleaning cloth, having gone so dirty?  Or did I feel so dilettante thatContinue reading “How dilettante I am in the roughage of thoughts and beliefs!: A poem “

(The rightful heir to the throne of England was my mother, Mary, Queen of Scots, who was slow-poisoned by Queen Elizabeth. Later, King James of Scotland and England, was the rightful heir! Prince Harry, you are not King Charles’ son, but the son of a descendant of James the Just and the true Rex DeusContinue reading “Je m’appelle Monte; Jack(!), the maker of Kings, but for the poi(s)son!: A poem”

If you believe I am a protagonist in a one-actor play,  that I change my voice, every time I change my costume!  And I take steps in every direction! As if they saw my reflection   in the nearest cosmic body, yet I never felt detained there!  Does the act begin where it ends? Does it have to repeat?  I have myContinue reading “39 Steps; the protagonist and the conspiracy: A poem “

I do not hold destiny circumspect; but yes,  there is a fallout of cause and effect. I am sure  that people are beginning to believe that there  is a design in everything, like in times gone by!  But how should I say is the delivery of comeuppance  so feeble as time grows to supersede an Age?  IContinue reading “Can there be any justification if the actor of justice gets retribution and not the actor of the crime?: A poem “

Do they think I wore these shoes  because I wished to walk into the arms of treachery?  There is a cold barren floor from the evil…  these poor feet of mine, trying to avoid frostbite!  You know one can be weary, tired…but still have  an impassioned will? One can be cornered by a deluge  and still, somehow,Continue reading “The evil that men do lives after them…so, then, integrity just wishes to walk away!: A poem “

These jewels shimmering like mountains in   ethereal light between Taurus and Leo;  where I find you resplendent like a King  and God, Father and Son; a love sparkling  like unearthly crystals from beyond Time   and Age. Such is the memory of your face!  Such is the power of all the tribes we progenitored  from the lingams of ourContinue reading “The return of Paradise (of God the Son to God the Father!): A poem “