Author Archives: montecyril

Did I come here to stay today? I could have gone the other way! I am just walking in the dim of light Turning around to keep seeking right! The roof has caved in The fence has fallen The doors are hanging on their hinges The windows only open a few inches! Is this whyContinue reading “Did I come here to stay today?: A poem”

I remember, I touched a child so wild, that it brought summer, and sunshine, like I called out an eventual number! And the rain, in the birth, that night moistened my soul alright, like even the heights cause a  flight! This day, is everyday If I choose it to be the madness and mayhem ofContinue reading “Haiku, for you!: A poem”

There was a time (all through my youthful years) that I wrote poetry, and threw the scrawl on paper into the ignominy of waste bins! Did I want to change to dust, so early in my life? Like wanting to sacrilege my own creativity! Is that what God wanted to do to the Universe… OrContinue reading “If you could see me now….: A poem”

I don’t see butterflies anymore these days! Their wings of colour felt like soft petals fluttering in the wind. If they were broken by a gust of humanity, its factions clamouring for the future?! But I see moths fall into the corners of my home And spiders get into the metal frames under my clothing!Continue reading “Is Providence a colour?: A poem”

Is a poem an orgiastic adventure. No! It leaves you with no ejaculation! No answers! I am answering to myself without solutions, like an odd maverick, chipping at the mountain of self-identity, because that’s what they want to take away from me and my heroes! I am in a democratic slipstream knowing my choice, butContinue reading “This poem I write to America today!: A poem”

Can you say heroes come like pizza boys at the dot of time; and they even climb stairs when the elevator is not working and don’t get fastidious about it? Unlike the movers who huff and puff angrily at you, and consciously blame you for no fault of yours. Do you think we need anContinue reading “Heroes!: A poem”

You know, he looks at it all from a distance, like he can hold everything he perceives between his thumb and forefinger; God only, perhaps, sees the bigger picture, not powerful men having their integrity crushed by their own egos, not diminutive men scurrying like mice for petty trappings. Do you think we have theContinue reading “When everything you all savour is fake!: A poem”