A Cycle Ends All stars and planets concinnate, Of course, it's the end of a twelve months cycle A fickle cycle that started twenty years back Do you remember what occurs? You were new born in a shinny cradle Your eyes, as dark as this void Your heart, as empty as the nothingness Yet, you are the monarch that's to be Yet, you will yield the scepter for the coming decade Do you remember what occurs? You had to downpour yourself wide Living wanderlust among gypsies and mystics Trying to catch an understanding of the outrageous Seeking on your own to find your galaxy path Do you remember what occurs? This whole block was your playground Upheaval of intense emotional arousing; The pathway less travelled, with traps - enigmatic Your eyes, it matured, your self, it expanded Do you remember what occurs? After the birth, the learning and the curiousness After the knowledge, the chrysalis and the decisions After you were pupae form, hungry, you were the devourer Do you remember what occurs? Now, full formed, matured, with wings to fly Cycles within inner circles as to grow; Years to yonder on the wild side of life Yearning and learning for that understandment Now, you remember, don't you? Now that it's the end, we all cheer to a new reign Feasting, with the new decade's monarch Crying, over a past that will never return - Everything's ready for this world to unfold But you, do you remember these occurrences? -Eiravel-
It’s always very challenging for me to creatively come up with something for an important calendrical celebration, or even to write a piece for important events. These subjects are so sensitive, that most of the time I struggle to translate my emotions and thoughts, and end up giving up whatever I needed to write before it gets too complicated in my heart, in my head. I only want to feel the freedom and joy that arise within me as I write, and not the tension that arises from the fear of writing badly. And that’s how I had difficulties to express my deepest thoughts and feelings in the most creative and liberating way for this New Year’s poem, for sometimes the fear of ill-interpreting the subject, or even the fear that what I’m writing is too dull, arouse doubts in my mind, and stop me from continuing further. I guess that it will always be a challenge for me to write about these subject matters, but challenge that I will always gladly try to overcome. So, happy 2020 to all of you, and best wishes for the coming year — even though the spectre of a cyclone glides over Mauritius.