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Lyrical Poetry Occasional Poetry

My Mom, The Wren

red roses and a happy mothers day note
Happy mothers day to all

Your smile leads me again to where I began my life,
Your gentleness touches me deep, healing my wounds,
Your embrace, though am a grown up, cradle me tight,
And in this endless night of mine, your bright light looms.
Often, I want to creep back within your warm womb,
And become again that little baby wiggling inside of you,
As perhaps then, I dreamt of love all day through,
While I am sheltered, inside of your nurturing cocoon –
And for nine months, you safely carried me around,
In the end, you painfully delivered me to the world.
As your memories were mine to touch, my mind hurled,
And in my mouth, the milk of life springing from your breast,
Feeding me fire, where I knew I could safely rest,
As you sang to me an eternal sound, I perhaps knew then
That I would forever carry you inside of me, like a wren.

Thank you mother. I love you very much.

These days I am very busy indeed. I hope to get the time to write a blog post about the short story I’ve been writing recently, and of everything new that I’ve learned while trying to finish it in time for submission, and of the new story idea (for the Darcocyte series) that bloomed in my mind while writing it; but also about my new engagement that will be taking much of my time. Until then, take care.

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Narrative Poetry Occasional Poetry Ode Poetry

Sweet Is Thy Beauty

Tomorrow 12 March is the day where we celebrate the Independence of the republic of Mauritius, but all festivities have been canceled. For 2019 I had written nuance, a poem where I describe poetically the different colors that makes up our multicolored flag, and where this time, I was inspired to write this poem from a sentence taken from our National Anthem, which is Sweet is thy beauty.

Glory to thee, Motherland

O Motherland of mine.

Sweet is thy beauty,

Sweet is thy fragrance,

Around thee we gather

As one people,

As one nation,

In peace, justice and liberty.

Beloved Country,

May God bless thee

For ever and ever.

National Anthem of the republic of Mauritius
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Crystal Rock, Mauritius

The sea of that day was boiling violently,

And its sun was shinning radiantly;

The sea bed shook incessantly

As Vulcan made love to the nymph of the sea –

Troubled was the depth of the sea crust

So much, it geysered out buoyantly,

Its dark matter floating upon the sea

Stretching itself wide and large elegantly.

A lone island inspirited of existence,

Waiting for life to grow upon its skin.

And as years and years went by slowly –

Wild winged creatures dropped seeds,

Drifting things ran aground on its reefs,

And seaweeds and dead corals clothed it’s barren landscape;

While the waves wonderfully sculpted

The curving design of a fine island –

Most beautiful curves amongst them all.

And after so many setting suns and moons

A nation of rainbow came to populate the island –

Raising rainbow children upon this land

Thus an eternal rainbow appeared in the midst of the sea,

While you became a city ornated of these bright lights.

And while our bodies became dust within,

While every other creatures decay deep-in

Where our motherland engulfs our whole, our souls –

Regurgitating all of these rainbows

That flow again upon its rough skin.

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Occasional Poetry

A cry For Freedom

Amongst the trees they ran

Thirsty for freedom, the liberation

Better to die rather than

To live like an animal in ruination

Their chains rattle against the ground

While their heart tremble with the fear

That they might be found by the hounds,

So they run for their lives like a deer

Searching for that place they once dreamt;

There where their cry for freedom

Would finally come to the end of a theme

And there where their merry heart filled with rum

Will be forever unchained from slavery

They’ll never again remember where their home is –

It’s lost under a pile of tragedies

Where they used to gather to sing to dance

It’s lost within heartaches and abomination

All the remembrances forgotten with whips

And where everywhere is a forest that kills –

A heartfelt feeling of an ablation

It’s so far now, the cry for freedom

Still, a historical past to ponder on.

I hope that deep within we all heal from the past

Today is the commemoration of the 185th anniversary of the abolition of slavery in Mauritius; and nothing is better than a poem as to celebrate freedom.

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Lyrical Poetry Occasional Poetry

Adrenaline Rush

A poem for the Indian Ocean Island Games 2019

Adrenaline Rush

You take You blow You take flight
You run You walk You sail bright
You show You stretch You fight back
You swim You dodge You soar high
The fright The doubts You kick out
On site Your strong You shout loud
The sweats The pain It’s no vain
The strength Success It’s all gain.

Efforts From dawn It’s all gold
Suffice You push & get bold
Your will Your thoughts They strengthen
To overcome To overrule Hand In hand
The resistance The doubts Of then
The defiance To laws Of whats Physical
The embodiment In trance Into Adrenaline rush
The fun Under the sun To dare To defy To win.

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Mauritius is actually in the heart of a frenzy sports celebration that gather mostly southern Indian ocean’s territories like, Madagascar, Comoros, Reunion, Seychelles, Mayotte, and Maldives islands, where the fervency of these games brings along the warmth needed in our heart to counter these very cold days. I’ve tried composing this little poem in an iambic feet style.

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Occasional Poetry

Nuance (A poem about Mauritius)

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Happy Independence Day Mauritius

Nuance

Warm red blood of the tropics
Mingles into these lands

Where sweats flood
On different nuance of skins

Upon which buds
scents and flavors
& all colors of all mainlands

Child
to earth

Under our blue sky
Nature ravishes our eyes
Where through summer
& through winter
The evergreen scenic beaches
Welcome on its curved shorelines
The warming feelings
of heartfelt happy hearts
Always smiling
Always festive
Learning to grow out
From roots to roots

With a yellow burning sun
Tanning our skins
And reviving our morphing bones
We soar under these skies
With the too much love that fills our lungs
We shape these nights
& we shape these days
Coming together under that same sun
Through our disparities
We surrender
Under the land of our motherland

These green lands
Filled of fields
Replenished of exotic & endemic
Faunas & floras
Turn this land of love & bathing sun
Into a dreamy land filled of dreams
& hope
That run across all-shores
To extend into unison with all unified fields
Of this whole universe.

-Eiravel-



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Occasional Poetry

Skinlike Hooves – Poetry

Today Mauritius is celebrating the 184th anniversary of the abolition of slavery

And to stamp this day with my own words, I have decided to write a poem concerning all kind of captivity – particularly those that are still going on these days.

To get the necessary inspiration, I’ve plunged myself into the personality of someone that has once gone through captivity, oppression, and hits – mingled with pieces of past-times slavery.

I have written these lines today, and in a great haste. I do hope that it turned out as being a poem filled of hope, and not of hatred.

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The hands that strikes are weak, while the one taking the blows is strong. That is what I have tried to convey through these lines.

Skinlike Hooves

Enslavers 
Can you hear us
Hidden at dusk
On a mournful soil
Dustied of marooned blood 
We dance to your songs
And breath spiteful air
We soar into your atmosphere
And thicken the skin
That cloth our bones

Enslavers
Can you hear me
Look at the scars 
You’ve inflicted
To my skin
I wear them like jewelries
That ornate my strong body
Like tattoos of guerrillas
Making me fierce and proud
Amongst all the mightiest of this world

Enslavers
Can you hear me
You have unrooted my soul
From the depth of my core
Hardening my will
Strengthening my bones
Thickening my skin like hooves

Thus enslavers
Since you’ve showed us
Captivity
Since you’ve showed us
The power of a master
I am now a soul set free 
A master to my own
With a body as strong 
As the crust of this earth.

-Eiravel-