Author Archives: montecyril

God had another invisible door to his libido  even if he were, metaphorically, castrated  I’m not sure, if you all know  God can round up all his foes, and that treason  with just one shot of his judgmental gun!  The wickedness is rampant among you fish!  I must inform you that God is impervious  His patience is only hisContinue reading “Me, God has another invisible door…: A poem “

Where did I go? To buy what, at the store?  Its gold secretly inlaid on the door!  Should it be the day, to the stairway?  There are a cow, dog, horse and cat, If I may!  Jacob waited at the gates, and it was getting quite late?  What was that he wished for at any rate?  Did he put on it a certainContinue reading “Where did I go? To buy what at the store?: A poem “

You think I never had a clue  I strung the universe for you  Even my loo, even that too!  All the flowers that you brought home  left their perfumes in my soul!  I know, I called on Atlas to hop!  Where do you think, it would stop?  My Dad, son, if I never had you, I never won!  My salt,Continue reading “I just wanna be with you, Dad!: A poem “

Count the stars in the skies  as my wounds. The blue of  the universe may just be my blood  I keep the tears away or else  they may just create a flood;  We don’t need all that water  We just need the salt, to remind  us of the stuff that we came from  Yet, this anguish hasContinue reading “I count the stars in my skies…: A poem “

I remember that slow traffic,  and the chaos, mounted by irritation  and frustration. Of course, that belief  in enigmatic Karma brings patience,  even when the guns of aliens took  the seven islands and called them Bombaim;  You can see the subsequent misappropriation  of property belonging to someone else,  to become someone else’s dowry   Were you just a dowager without entitlements  as you wereContinue reading “I always remain myself, through weathers of eternity: A poem “

This bullseye look spreadeagled all over  like a quantum vision of being beyond one being,  calling out time to exhibit its vulnerability  and thus, consigning it to a dissolution  and bankruptcy. Even shaking the stars off  their ordained organisation, into a commotion  that renders a unique motion! Like snapping   the comatose subsistence of leaves devoted   to their seasons. The clocks, so charged and   shocked, that their springs and screwsContinue reading “Janissary: A poem “

Mother can I cling to memories, at will,  like a book flipping to a page, that one  wants to read most, summarising the  prologue and epilogue? Would you feel   the grief of a one-page tome torn into  a humongous tatter of sheafs that can   no longer be comprehensible to what was  the primary entity that dropped a little iota of ink. Continue reading “Mother, you know, this love, this eternity, should only come to a point: A poem  “

Was the father of a religion Abram or Abraham?  He travelled through three lands, starting from Ur  where the tall ziggurats all seemed like death  when he had to make his sacrifice at the altar  that his son should be taken, for proof of loyalty  I am no God who asks for the blood of your sons  It was never me whoContinue reading “Sarah, did you follow my footmarks, or did I yours?: A poem “