Author Archives: montecyril

I celebrated USA’s win against Australia just because the evil Albanese and the Labor Party rule Australia! You can imagine how I feel, when Albanese won two terms out of humongous treachery and fraud against me! And I knowingly and awaresly exercised all of patience, sublimity and restraint!

Meena, do you know? Prakash has been very evil with me…very evil! I don’t think about my armies any more, or what was mine that was taken by him. Nothing is left for me that is sacred. Just my sacrifice. Nothing else. It is his brothers and sisters and their families that got a lease of life from me. I have seen my enemies go laughing their way to the bank because of him. I no more care! He has been very selfish with me. His treacherously clandestine victories will go down in the history books. My sacrifice will go down in mythology. Thank you, Meena, for believing in Prakash’s fork-tongued evil more than in my righteousness!

Be still, when evil has a greater will!: A poem 

I think of myself as a mythic superhero,  the Übermensch, only the term wasn’t coined then  back in the beginning – when all past, present  and future were one. My prescient self  didn’t realise then, it would all fall apart since;  And I would be spiraling down the ghettos of time  struggling to make it all one, back again;  hacking and hewing at the manyContinue reading “Be still, when evil has a greater will!: A poem “

The beasts or us?: A poem 

Sometimes, I think  of the immense pain  of animals.  Their constant hunger  Their vulnerability to weather  The cruelty of their existence  And then I say:  Take away their pain  by exterminating all of them!  And then I think and ask:  Who is the happier?  Who is the freer?  Who is the more innocent?  And then I think and say:  Take away allContinue reading “The beasts or us?: A poem “

After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem 

I peep into the looking glass  And a world peeks back at me through it…  A world slipping away  And I say that is just as if it was every single day  How it is getting more painful, all the way  And does my reflection listen, if it may  I think of you in the sunlight  And I see so many shadows fight  So many emotionsContinue reading “After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem “

Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem 

There could have been askance, there could have  been speculation, there could have been circumspection…  But the personal functionality of a hero is in good faith  Like despite falling into an enclosure, I still thought  I had the key; there was hope in the captivity…  Like to be free is only a perception. For, if you have  a soul thatContinue reading “Don’t just blindly judge; the overlying proof may not be the evidence!: A poem “

O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem 

O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed  If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does  not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice,  and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it?  Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite  because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “

The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! 

Some suggest water has its own memory  And what about being a being of life? Like Apsu,   perhaps an alligator, or a river monster?  And the leviathanic sea creature Tiamat!  Were they a pair prone to battle; or were they   like spiders, feeding on each other after the mating?   O Tiamat, she was chaos! Early Egyptians drew the   distinction between alligator and the behemothic hippo,  whenContinue reading “The stars; should they speak to verify mythology?! “

This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem 

Dad, I thought you would come  like a golden orb, your face incandescent,  Your eyes like brilliant comets  Your skin glittering like yellow sapphire dew  And your sky-like arms stretched out for me  Reminds me of Noah when he was born  He was so unearthly, that his father Lamech doubted  that Noah was his own progeny.  I don’t believeContinue reading “This is the time, I put my foot down with no aspirations!: A poem “