Deprived of sunshine,
Neither had I crossed the borderline
Nor had I made
A haven mine.
Blank papers are my friends,
My guide are the quill pens,
My table makes me race,
To find solace
In all my writings.
Without these papers,
Spreads vainness.
Loneliness forces
Me and the crazy horse
Of my mind rushes.
Appearing like a sceptre,
Loneliness is the spectre
Leaving me dejected,
Sometimes neglected.
Oram, I cursed?
Not a single entity
But only materiality.
There resides silence
And whisper the memories.
On the paper,
Droplets of rain
Drip to give condolence
For this quietness.
In the mirror
Appears no one
But my own reflection
Mocking me with rejection
And much abhor.
The wind lashes out
To send me out.
But here am I a prisoner
Waiting for my rescuer
Restrained spaces
are my barriers
Vicious are the glares
Evil are the intentions
Yet have some hope.
From these hindrances
Will I slope or elope??

* * *

The Course of Love

The arrow of Cupid
Pierces the heart,
Renders it humid,
With strong sentiment.
Not merely a simple word
But sets apart a world
Is the magic of love.
In the ocean of dove,
Involuntarily the partners dive.
Without it’s waves
It is
Impossible to live.
His heart sensed
Her knock
Yet it hesitated
To talk.
There is a block
In my mind
Where emotions cannot crack
In her breath
Remains his fragrance
His true wealth
Is her eye’s radiance.
Her innocence
Is his only truth.
His presence
Provides warmth.
Her constant sigh
Is an evidence
Of him being alive.
Don’t be heartbroken
If one vow
Is yet to be taken
Assume we are soulmates
As from now.

* * *

The letter

The letter
Reveals the secret
Of the mind and the hand.
The receiver
Unwraps it with zest
And enters a dreamland.
From the letter
Comes out
Bubbles heart
That burst on the lover
Leaving an exquisite scent.
It connects the soul
To console
Both distorted in separation
Oh, dear letter,
You’re a uniter!
The letter
Is an invitation
And representation
Of two individuals.
Allowing to join hands
It merges enterprises.
It is the key
To profit,
Locked money,
For more credit.
The letter
Binds the companions
With an everlasting string.
Heralding the beginning of spring
It dispels hopelessness
With a beam of light
Bringing a little delight
Obliging to forget any fight
Between her and her kinsman.
And brings relief
At night.
Even though humans are changeable
You’re irreplaceable
And adorable.
Oh dear letter! You’re an informator!

Shiksha Nundlall

Mauritius Times ePaper Friday 30 September 2022

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