Poetic Delicacies from Mauritius

by

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

I am woman
Made of flames and fire
Of softness and sensuality
Of gullibility and guts
Of intuition and instinct
Of creation and cosmic power
Of dew droplets and desirous fluids!

I am woman
I have in me
Rights imprinted on my flag
Laws carved out on my soul
And respect brandished on my banner!

I am woman
Made of beauty and brains
Of cyclones and summers
Of chills and winters
I am woman,
My body is my temple
Created by a power over which
I have no hold
Meant to be used as a tool of seduction
To entice the other part of my soul
The only one to whom
I give the sacred permission
To play me
As if,
I were the keys of a piano
Or the strings of a guitar!

Why,
I am woman
My essence
Curvy and swaying
Is held in an invisible cage
Held tight by a padlock
A padlock ignited by the rules of moral principles
As have been decried
By those higher powers watching over me from afar!

I am woman
I seek not power
I seek,
Rather,
Respect!

Bestow it upon me
And I shall give you
Ripe fruits
Red and juicy
From the orchard of my abilities
As have been deemed to be my duty’s lot
Before I even took birth!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby. Her writings have been acclaimed at both national and international level.

THE SUPREME SHADE OF GREEN

Composed by: Dr. Raja Rajeswari Seetha Raman, Malaysia

A green forest
A green paddy field
A green grasshopper
an evidence of HIS existence.

Green denotes a paramount shift
a break of pattern
a swing of conversation
from a wet blanket
from a negative nelly
to a zap of sunshine.

Green is a supreme shade
it breaks the pessimistic talk
it lightens the mood
it soothes the soul
and sow seeds of promise and peace.

Stay steer clear of transforming
the green of the natural world
to a red herring
or give an evil black look
You will fail and fall
The universe will show a clean sweep.

The splendid color of green
is the ultimate truth of HIS existence
in this universe.

Dr.Raja Rajeswari Seetha Raman earned her PhD in Malay Literature from University of Malaya. A freelance lecturer, bilingual author, poet, researcher, certified translator, literary critic and essayist. Recipient of 16 literary prizes and awards at the state, national and international levels. Her poems have been translated into 40 world languages. Four of her poems are Malay songs. Her excellent contribution in the field of Malay Literature was made into a documentary by The National Film Department of Malaysia and broadcast twice on TV1 in 2009 and 2012. In 2014, she was honored as the Icon of National Language Month and in 2020, she was recognized as the Women of the Year by MWAW (Malaysian Women at Work). A panel member of National Literary Policy and National Culture Policy for Malaysian Government.

Dinesh Bachoo

Les murmures d’un monde parallèle
Ou le temps recalqué sur la voyance
Un heur de voir les mystères de la vie
En me mirant dans un miroir magique
Je feins de trouver un chaman sorcier

Mais la magie rouge au rendez-vous
Je ne peux que rêver d’un simple rêve
Le ceignant ainsi d’un Mur des Je t’aime
Je dessine une étoile filante intérieure
Sujet à exaucer mes vœux sans limite

Avec l’esprit transcendant de mon âme
Je m’élance vers le Pays du Soleil-Levant
Une idée fantasque une affaire de cœur
Du romantisme si doux autour un passé
Elle c’est mon noème ma muse adorée
07.02.24.
DINESH BACHOO ©

Deputy Headmaster aged 56. He really started writing in 1983 and he hasn’t stopped writing ever since. He has a collection of poetry in Kreol Morisien published in 2020. His next publication will be in French and will be published this year.

By

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

I seek the silence of dark voids,
The stillness of deep ponds,
I yearn to see clocks stand still,
To stop hearing the echo of time
As it laughs at its passage on us
I wish to stop in my stride
And to glance up at the skies
Fully aware that the clouds
Will seep in my gloomy whims!

I seek the grand show of fairies’ dance,
The feel of vibrating crystals,
The thrill of resonating tibetan singing bowls
I live for the magnetic bond created by meditative practices,
For the silence engulfing the echo of my secret wishes
As these fly from my heart
All the way up to the origin of all!

I desire to feel my feet rooting with earth
Whilst at the same time, being able to open up my wings
And to sail upon celestial waves,
All set for the promised land!

by

Adubi Black

I knew every woman deserves more than roses

                Dreadful is unrequited love than a covenant

     I knew, right now , your heart is a Gazar of Chaos

       …but pains are substitutes of desires unfulfilled

     No night though ever passed without a reflection

             …my lips still behold the taste of our kisses.

               The  erotic touches on the balcony couches

                               … I knew of the love you defined

                                    I chose but to pay the cost

               As a sacrifice to abort the further lost.

                I succumb my corpse to the summer hawks

            Tell the Winter,  I am not buried in a cemetery

                            Of what pleasure is  to be loved

                   As you missed the last train of the return.

             Dear Ugochi don’t hopefully await my arrival.

                                  She also missed the last  train.

                 …and I remained the stitches of the scars.

6th Feb. 2024

Adubi Black

6th Feb. 2024
Adubi Black

Adubi Black as he is well known with is a Nigerian writer, he writes in philosophy to portrait his societal contents in his poems to his audience. His prowess in the creation of mental imagery has made him exceptional to be an international writer whose poems had being published globally. Adubi Black writes on nature and he strongly believes in the therapeutic functions of Poetry as a genry.
Adubi Black is a peaceful revolutionist and the founder of Nibstears Poetry Cave; a Nigeria ever known literary organisation.

Contacts
adubiblack@gmail.com

to Rebecca Horn

by

Lidia Chiarelli, Italy

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand

They danced by the light of the moon Edward Lear

Torino, Monte dei Cappuccini, January 2019

Keeper of ancient memories

the river flows silently

from large strips of dark

light layers of fog arise

white impalpable veils

that hug the mountain

in a cold embrace.

Muffled comes

the rhythmic breath of the city

still alive and beating

in the distance.

A light of blue

slowly dissolves

in the esoteric sky

of this strange night

myriad luminous rings project

suffused opalescent reflections.

Little Blue Spirits

evoked by a kind mind

from glimpses of black

suddenly come alive

magical suspended symbols

of a new and surreal

urban mythology.

(Tribute to Piccoli Spiriti Blu, installation by Rebecca Horn)

Lidia Chiarelli is one of the Charter Members of Immagine & Poesia, the art-literary Movement founded in Italy in 2007 with Aeronwy Thomas.

Installation artist and collagist. Coordinator of #DylanDay in Italy.

Award-winning poet since 2011.

Her writing has been published in more than 150 International Poetry magazines and web-sites. https://lidiachiarelli.jimdofree.com/

by

Hon. Author MAGIE F-V VIJAY-KUMAR

To get lost in one’s little world
Eyesight becoming blurred
Enjoying one’s figment of one’s own imagination
And forgetting one’s connection

The mouth of the river
Suddenly starts to deliver
A wrong message
Thus may accidently turn one into a savage

It is best to economise our words
So as they do not turn into swords
Give a chance to everyone
To not be a bygone

As human beings
All have a license
To enjoy their wings
This is in essence

Monopolizing anyone
Is not the best
choice for a person
As he needs to follow a light
That suits best his eyesight

(c) @ Hon. Author MAGIE F-V VIJAY-KUMAR
23/01/2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Regional Director-Motivational Strips for East Africa and Asia

Chief Represesentative for Union Hispano de Escritores for East Africa
President for World Nation Writers’ Union forEast Africa and Asia.
Chief Consultant for Rodrigues writers’ Association.
Representative for ISISAR for Africa and Seychelles.

39 literary anthologies, numerous global awards:

-Peacock O pinion MS
-Ceasars Vallejo 2022 and 2023 – UHE Literature Arts Award 2017-2019
-7 silver medals, various bronze medals, Lyre d’honneur, Trophy of Paris/Jacques Chirac/Paris Academic Institute.
-published in various international reviews/journals/magazines

Attended to various international/inter-regional and regional meetings, symposiums, conferences, etc.
Interview with BBC
BBC.com.UK/2020

FOR MORE INFORMATION PLEASE SEE

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/Magie Faure-Vidot or Google
bbc.com.uk

by

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

I live as a butterfly
Going about in my environment
Spreading happiness and infectious smiles
Where I can
And being uncaring about everything else;
The whims of the weather,
The potency of flowers,
The raging flow of river waters,
And even the songs of angelic muses!

Why, my carefreeness has a level which
Has never been reached before
I shall become a pupa
The day I shall be mystery
And my body shall be corpse
I shall then bask in the juices of this mystery
To become,
Once more,
A caterpillar
Bestowed with colors I will choose not
Inheriting the traits of a species that I will choose not
And programmed to live as the mystery will want me to

The cyclical flux of existence is beautiful
Just like a playlist that has been set on loop
But with the ending that never seems to come to a close
As new songs keep getting played,
Giving the impression that, like the universe,
The playlist keeps getting larger and larger still!

In this game of existential consciousness,
Why should I worry about the processes?
If I am a child of this subtle mystery
Should I not just blindly trust it
And keep my soul receptive
To what it would deem be best for me?

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby.

by Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Mountains, so stoic
Standing so tall and so grand,
Etched upon the world’s memory
As the sole witnesses to the beautiful ballet
Danced by Time

Mountains, so bold
Yet bidding me to move them
To be where I want them to be;
Standing on a timeline
Whose flow accords to the harmony
Of my innocence

Each attempt, though,
Brings me back to the same square
Thereby reminding me
That I am naught but a tiny particle
Faced with their might

For,
Clocks run clockwise
Clocks cannot dance backwards
Clocks control our lifespans, our memories
And even the hurt that we have watered
So well in our secret gardens
That these have bloomed into exquisiteness

Mountains then, shall still be standing after
My presence shall morph into fumes
Mountains shall write of the new ballet shows
That they shall witness
Keeping silent and stoic
As if,
The world’s drama is macrocosmic
Even if we all live it at a microcosmic level!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a local author/poet from Mauritius.