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The Colours Of Our Dream

That’s the second year that our children won’t chant and glorify in unison our national anthem for the independence day of Mauritius. Things have worsened here, the coronavirus has suddenly spread, and everyday there are more people that are being tested positive. We’ve got the vaccines, but not many people did it in time. So, even though we’re in the middle of a tumult, I hope that we don’t forget that we are facing this pandemic together – as one people, as one nation, and I pray that we all make it safe.

Dreamed Colours

Red, blue, yellow, green
Colours of our dream
A dream about unity
While hand in hand we go
As to make that dream a reality

My skin tone, your skin tone
As we watch the sky at dawn,
And it seems that our skin
Is of same nuance under our sky
That Mauritian sky where we all fly

The grandeur of our exotic spirit
Our fervency and hearty wit
That smile that welcomes
Our arms that joyfully open
Our eternal love for our motherland

Our fall, our rise, our defeat
Our song, our dance, all these deeds
But always together, in group we go
Towards the sunrise and the ocean flow
And coconut, mangoes, letchis as feast

Sega dance and songs, bhojpuri dance and songs
Langaze madam serré, Tialbert
Lacaze tôle, race mélanzé
Proud, proud nation we are
Happy, a happy nation we remain
Mixed roots that grow wildly
On a little island called Mauritius.

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My Mom, The Wren

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Happy mothers day to all of you

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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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 poetically describe the different colors that make up our multicolored flag. But 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

Sweet Is Thy Beauty

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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A cry For Freedom

A Cry For Freedom (I hope that deep within we all heal from the past)

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.

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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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Nuance (A poem about Mauritius)

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Happy Independence Day

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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Beloved Mauri – A Poem

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Is the reflection over the sea same as what lies beneath…

I will always deeply love Mauritius.

My island lives over the sea 
Can you see it floating over the ocean mist?

My island roots beneath a deepening lagoon
Can you see its veins streaking against the blue?

The tropical summer heats our feelings
But have you tasted the warmth of our winter?

At night our crickets sing symphonies
But have you heard of our morning songbirds?

I stay there, watching the sea
Feeling pensive and free
While the world around me
Blooms out beauties without compare

But NO! Stop! I had a vision…

That our world was dying
And through it all
I had to shut my eyes 
To its decaying

The ocean dance in reflection
Hiding underneath an infection
The lagoon is filled of toxic seaweed
Where coral reefs stopped their breed

In my heart floats
Trillions of memories
Where I’ll remember;
Our red blood
Our blue sky
Our yellow sun
& the greenness
Of our fields

As within my heart
I’ll take the imageries
Of the most, beautiful
Island curve that stamps this world

And into my new dreams
I’ll cover the dunes
With the emerald sea
Of my beloved Mauri

Forever living inside terrariums
Made out from the foams 
Of its tidal waves
As they gently
Kiss the shorelines 
Of our beautiful island.

-Eiravel-

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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-
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1st December

the light of the sun in the sky and trees
Summer is around the corner in Mauritius

1st December came in –

Half of my world is in summer

The trees abundantly offer their fruits –

For us to eat and to think of the graciousness of nature

The birds – They don’t nest their home around anymore

They have spread their wings to fly away,

I hear their chants, at far

And once in a while See them perching on electric wires –

Proud to be free, proud of their wings

In most houses it’s summer too –

The bells are about to ring happy ever afters –

Holidays, end year, and Christmas too

While others, still house winter in their heart

1st December came in, I woke up knowingly

That there is nothing anymore to be saved

I go on with my life, busy building my dream

So that my next winter

Might look like the summer of this 1st December day.