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“The sacred lake also called Ganga Talao represents the mighty Ganges river of India.” Mauritiusinsideout.com>grand-bassin-mauritius
A Sacred Lake
In the midst of a tropical forest
The mouth of a long extinct volcano
Surrounded by hills not so high
Bordered by lush trees and bushes
Is the seat of sparkling waters
That undulate in little waves
In direction of the prevailing winds,
Reflect the azure blue of the clear sky
The bright rays of the sun during the day
And white shines of stars and the moon at night.
Before men had set their eyes on the lake
Angels danced on the shore of the waters
To the tunes of the breeze on moonlight nights;
When a dream revealed the sight to a soul
And slim pathways were threaded to the lake
Angels no more plied to the sacred site,
But thousands of men flocked to the spot for prayers
And on the eve of Maha Shivratri
Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims tread to the lake
To source sacred water to pour on Lord Shiva.
All year round, tourists converge to the lake
To stroll around this sacred site
Charm their eyes with its unique tapestry
And snap shots of its picturesque beauty
To relish as memento of their trip
And cherish as a divine work of art
Legated to this tropical island
By the graceful divinity
Who dropped a piece of paradise
In midst of the Indian Ocean.
With compass and sextant, paper and ink,
Bungaree, Nanbaree, Matthew and George
and a cat and a crew were at sea.
They went sailing and sailing, around and around
in Eighteen Hundred and Three.
The Investigator’s navigator calculated space
by meridians and parallels to draw Australia’s place.
With Tasmania as an island, and Bass Strait in between,
he mapped the coastal outlines with ink like lines of lace.
On an island east of Africa, where dodos used to roam,
he wrote a book, and drew more maps, in prison, far from home.
He’d travelled as a scientist; he’d met Frenchman, Baudin,
but, here to mend a leaking boat, they would not let him go.
The governor of the Isle de France let pirates prowl the sea,
but arrested Matthew Flinders as a spy and enemy.
Around Good Hope, after the siege -
from Mauritius, now British (not French),
back to London, sailed Matthew Flinders,
not knowing his days were brief.
Map-maker, map-maker, making a map,
right ’round Australia, and finally back.
Map-maker, map-maker, thanks for the book,
of Terra Australis and the journeys you took.
I stand, facing the roaring deep
I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep
A most wonderful sight
A most phenomenal sight
Waves, unleashing their fury
Waves, battling, wild and free
Waves, tainted with all the shades of blue
Beautiful, accompanied by their foamy tattoo
It is almost as if those waves are angry
Angry, simply to be
Angry, for they know not why do they roar
Angry, wanting to be soothing, but having to move the seafloor
I stand, facing them,
And feel in their rage, my own mayhem
Yes, there, in front of me, does be a violent pandemonium
And there, inside of me, does be a similar fiery abysm
Waves, surrounding on all sides, my birthright
Waves, reminding me of the power of fate
Why, however rich and historical does be the past
Nothing, nothing about it does ever last
Such a powerful havoc
Wanting it seems, to give the shores a shock
Or, wanting to reach them, to die in their cliffs
Out of love, or just acting blindly, lost in its own grief
Pray, majestic are the waves as they keep crashing with determination
Here, in this world, we all do act out our duties
Even if we find no meaning in these docilities
For only in doing such, we shall all get our redemption
I stand, facing the roaring deep
Jolted, startled from my petrified sleep
Waves, tumultuous and fulminating
Waves, facing me, waves, in me, waves, all soul inspiring!
Monday 15 August 2016
Inspired by the slashing waves at Les Roches Qui Pleurent
Mauritius
The world does believe in this mysterious creature
To prove its existence, some into dangerous spots did even venture
But hey, would you believe that falsely do I pretend
If I told you that the Bigfoot does live close by, on my island!
Yes, it does reside here
It is even my wonderful peer
Here, in the island of Mauritius
An island with a magical meaning, always making it so precious!
I saw it first when I was out for a trip
Into the dense forests did I dare walk in
Hoping to find maybe an iceberg, even its very tip
Hoping even to meet with a nice jhin
I was out with a crowd
Drunk, they did sing loud
So much that I felt fed up
And wandered away from the prescribed step
That was then I came face to face with the bigfoot
It was tall, dark, and furry
It had teeth which snarled dangerously
And its face looked as if it was covered with soot
It looked at me and I looked at it
I was about to scream
But it chose to share with me, its food, even if only a bit
I loved it right there, and I chose to give him Mystic as name
Why, I know not how it came to my island
Maybe it did escape from some other land
Maybe it has lived here since eons
Why, what matters is that now we are great friends
Every week, I do go to pay it a visit
Of course, its existence is yet a secret
None except me does know that I am friends with a bigfoot
None except me and my wonderful friend!
But hey, I was indeed surprised
Holy cow! It's the bigfoot
Knowing that my friend is greatly prized
Why, I shall keep my secret to myself!
Did you hear about this wonderful place
It's an island, better, yes, much better than Greece
Much more enticing that Mauritius
Even more appealing than Cyprus
It's an island, where Pinocchio would be eager to go to
It's an island of fantasy, it does exist, yes true
It's an island of marvel
An island whose attributes I shall unravel
It is found in a secret hideout
Those who do wish to go there need to be made of dreams
Yes, for there does exists not any constraint
There, one does get to do, as long as does live, whatever one deems!
Why, it's an island where one can relax whole day
Yes, on the beach, on the golden sands, one can sit back or swim
Or just admire the beauty of the blue skies and say
Hey, is it for real or am I starring in a fictitious film?
There, one does get money to shop all day
Yes, the bank balances do keep on being full
Replenished without anybody's help
And the shops, of the most trendy clothes, do display
An island so beautiful that one can indulge in whatever one wants to
Without of course being scared of anything
See, whether one wants to be writing, reading, dancing, trekking
One is free to do as one wants to
Of course, crime is not present there
Yes, living, for everyone does be fair
For ruled it is, by the Queen of Arts
The one said to be soft and tender but who does have a broken heart
There, one does not only contemplate the Heavens
But one gets to visit this divine place many a times
Yes, a secret passage does be found there
And of course, everyone does get to have a few conversations with God!
The island of Fantasy does be mine own,
Found it is, somewhere hidden
But mind you, there, fun does always be in the air
Of course, an island it is, where humanity is given loads of care
An island known to me solely
An island kept all this time, in secrecy
But come, come, I shall lead you there, yes I shall
For I know that you do crave to be there as well!
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!
Hello world, this is an article about what is happening in Mauritius
Do read, you shall smile and feel that life is indeed gracious
You must have absolutely no idea
How life here in our little island is a panacea
Yes, humanity for the weak runs high
No longer than yesterday, flowers fell from the sky
An old woman caused it all, she lost her purse
And was helped by a group of teenagers, pure at heart!
Sharing what is in excess is up beyond its limits
Yes, to the poor and the downtrodden we do share our food in bits
We even buy more than we do need
So that the hungry we do feed!
Love abounds in every corner of the island
Yes, to all the brothers and the sisters of the world we go give a hand
Life is but a transitory passage
So we do care to make of it here in Mauritius, a blessing!
Faith does live here, side by side with tolerance
So many people, each one having his own belief
Yet, we do always share, with each other, a mystical dance
Always hand in hand, always with smile on our face!
Here, we rush not to work
We do take the time to sit and enjoy the sun
Life here is such fun
Pray, world, life here reminds me of the comfort of Noah's ark!
Here, here was some news from my island
Should you wish to feel this paradise
Do come and enjoy as well
The land here is known to be as beauteous as Eden!
My town is a floral one, known in French as
"La Ville des Fleurs," for, it is one so beautifully gardened
It is, in the island, the place where I roam about, fully at ease
For it is a town, which has been always, since its birth, so well governed!
A town it is, found in the middle of the island, nearly on the plateau
It fans chilly winds in winter, and cool freshness in summer
If I could, I would have built here my own chateau
For here, one gets to feel that living is as delicious as an appetizer!
I would leave it never, however strong may be the pulls of adventure
I would leave it never, for here I get to live as I want to
Giving my time equally to both duty and leisure
Why, in my town, I do even get to see and write of life through!
Pray, my island is well known as a tropical paradise, it gives the world a thrill,
Yet, my town is the place which bids my heart and breath to never stand still!
Written for Contest "Sonnet about where you live"
Sponsored by: Silent One
I live in Mauritius and my home town in called Quatre Bornes
28 Dec 2016
My motherland, the land of four colors, the land of sweetness
As is described by its rich history, filled with wars and battles
United it stands today, giving freedom to each and every son of its soil
Revered as the land of the sun, sea and sand, the beaches, the golden skin
It is where was found the lost Dodo, killed till its last by those hungry colonizers
The land where I took birth, the land I admire, the land away from which I shall not survive
Imagination pours strongly in every corner of this island, be it in songs or in poetry
Unmistakably the jewel of all the Indian Ocean
Sweet is its fragrance, sweet is its beauty, my homeland it is!
A small retreat surrounded by the blue lagoon
Loved by all those who upon seeing its nature, do swoon!
ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING
My husband had a restaurant
For thirty two years,
Much frustration, kitchen hell
And staff in tears.
The Oasis was a place to dine
Of note,
When exhausted, we drove down,
To the coast and surfed the waves on our boat.
He was renown,
From Limpopo, to Cape Town!
But the time had come to relax a bit,
So he could read the daily newspaper,
And actually sit!
We sold the Oasis, renovated
Our kitchen so it could be his
Own place,
And of course space,
Where I am occasionally allowed
To show my face,
But only to make dessert or taste,
And with a kiss of somewhat haste,
Retreat to let him do his
Own thing,
And enjoy an absolute kitchen
Fling!
He cooks with his hands, soul and
And heart,
And he always dresses for the part,
Be it kitchen hand, chef or
Restaurateur,
He is, and always has been an excellent,
Interpreter,
Of any recipe as far as Beijing,
In fact he can cook anything,
From any Nation, culture or creed,
He has a flair that none can
Exceed!
And looks so cute,
In his dinner suit!
It’s time to serve dinner in style,
Which takes a while,
First he lights candles, then gives
Me a hug,
Pours me wine from our silver jug,
Serves us both and eventually
Sits down.
He had previously told me to
Dress in a comfortable gown,
I guessed he had some surprise
Up his sleeve,
For it was the eve,
Of our Wedding Anniversary.
A bell rings, it’s our front door,
There stands a chauffeur and behind
Him a limousine ,
I still didn’t know what was in store.
Until, the limosine turned towards
the airport,
My husband had packed my suitcase,
And brought my passport,
We board a plane and then he
Discloses,
To me with a bunch of roses,
That we were off to Mauritius for a week,
And, gives me a kiss on each cheek.
He had asked the pilot to please hide,
The roses, everything was so beautifully planned,
I just cried!
Happy Anniversary darling, he said.
I also had a surprise for him,
For he filled my life with such
Happiness, to the brim,
But I would keep this secret until
We arrived,
Happy Anniversary sweetheart
I replied!