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Anoucheka Gangabissoon Ma boule de cristal est vivanteSe sentant délaisséeElle a pénétré mon jardin secretEn poussant dans mon journal intimeDes souvenirs,Si sombres et déprimantsQue je me suis réveillée avant que les lumières de l’aubeNe fassent scintiller mes fleurs et mes fruits avec les gouttes de rosée ! Je l’ai donc cherchéEt après des heures, jeContinue reading “Ma boule de cristal”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Muse turned into romanceStars twinkling into new beginningsLife, singing a song of its ownDancing into existenceAnd I, pen in hand,Feel like a wilting flowerReady to be uprooted, just so,To make way for fresher ones! Muse, so silent, so absentYet, filling up every empty spaceThat fills up the destiny that has beenWritten to beContinue reading “Eternal Bond”

Jeewan Ramlugun The wider world’s noises all the clamouring dins get silenced behind their shores; over here raucousness reigns a while, the escape to serenity not taking long, regaining the perfect tranquillity of a time newly sprung, from the freshness of a dawn and the sight of a darting fawn through the swirling sunny mistContinue reading “Hush soon”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Le regret joue sa mélodie dans mon cœurLa vie, que je croyais jadis monotone,A montré ses couleursComme étant une tricheuse,M’ayant trompée sur tous les plans. L’amour s’est matérialisé, avant de se perdre,L’amour, pour lequel mon encre s’est épuisée,Brûlant les pages en flammes,Inondant mes oreillers de larmes,Détruisant mon sanctuaire,Et déchaînant sa tempête sur moi.Continue reading “Le Regret”

(Poetic memories of Mauritius) Jeewansing Ramlugun Fallen head over heels in love with nature at the tenderest of times of life , was of another order, the purest of emotions sensed, without perplexities, with devotion unquestioned, joys altogether unalloyed felt whilst sojourning and raptly surveying head-turning tapestries of lushness and luxuriance, all still adhering inContinue reading “At the very beginning”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Devrions-nous danser au rythme des ombresAlors qu’elles ne cessent de remplir nos océans,Nos terres et même nos vies ? Devrions-nous vibrer aux rythmes du nouveau mondeAlors que la vérité de notre existence se manifeste parLes maux sociaux, les problèmes de drogue,La perte du respect envers les femmes et les personnes âgéesEt même enversContinue reading “Rythmes”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon The blind man held out his handsHoping to receive some almsFrom those blessed with good healthPassers by walked fastTheir destination being the objectiveCaring not to notice the blind man standing therePalms open and begging for anythingThat would help him fill up his stomach! Blinded man, scary plight, sorrowful statureBlessed people, scary plight asContinue reading “The blind man”

Jeewan Ramlugun Ineffable you are meant to be; quintessentially sentient beings within their depths discover the power of your beauty, expressing in lyrical , odic lines the ardour of their feelings, while you mutedly nod and seductively sway, your roses expressing love, your camelias in naturalness their unfeigned affections uttering into the spirits, all alive,Continue reading “Flowerily”

Jeewan Ramlugun All the wizardry of words all the lyrical pyrotechnics or poetical exploits could hardly suffice to depict or describe the sunset you have witnessed and that your heart had moved, the waves rolling ,crest over crest, crescendoing upon sheer cliff rocks then falling away as if in tears, exhilaration ending in anticlimax, thoughContinue reading “Blessed Southern Isle”

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib The way leading to you, Was worse than being imaginary, I would still want to remember it, As my only memory, I would want to hold you only, It could be eternity, At any horizon, Real or illusionary, With pleasures or empty, It would not matter really, It could be till infinity,Continue reading “Yours only”