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Poetry

Green Grin & Splash

By Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Green Grin 

At the foot of the hill,
where the sunflowers beamed,
there lived a tortoise called Green Grin.

Every Sunday, it wore its grey ‘Sprint’ shoes
and yellow ‘Alien’ hat;
It ran around the steady elegant playground
and when the summer breeze caressed the young tree leaves,
it would somersault as if touching a lower pink cloud.

The  grey grumpy mice sighed,
The red crested birds  flapped their wings;
Then, everyone unanimously exclaimed,
“Indeed it’s peculiar, that creature!
Green Grin , the only tortoise who can run!
Green Grin the finest sportstortoise who spreads  cheer
in the whole tropical land!” 

Splash

By the river reflecting golden shimmery dots
and fine green lines,
I often meet Splash, the grey mouse.
Its eyes are deep, philosophical;
Its ears unusually pink and big.

It often tells me of some Mathematical tales – 
Some narration of how the Plus and Multiplication signs
are results of simple rotation;
Some legends of how the Minus and Division signs
hold the same horizontal stem.

Amidst the hectic routine,
when some dark clouds hover over my island,
it’s indeed refreshing to chat with Splash,
the grey mouse who constantly cherishes numbers.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon is an author/poet and artist from Mauritius. She has had numerous poetry books published and she is currently working on her flash fiction/short stories book. She considers poetry as her first love and visual art as a healer in all circumstances. Vatsala Radhakeesoon currently lives at Rose-Hill, Mauritius and is a freelance literary translator and an interview editor of Asian Signature journal.

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Poetry

Ri-Ri’s Brushes

By Vatsala Radhakeesoon

On a faraway island,
all blue and green,
loosely tied to the colossal continents,
there lived an artist.

Her name was Ri-Ri
and in her pink pearls’ cave,
she hid a pair of brushes;
She often called them “peculiar”
but to the inhabitants they were just 
twin fan brushes glued together.

One night, three brown bats
lazing on the litchi trees
started to make fun of the painting tools;
They called them “ugly”, “grotesque”, “useless”
and threw  half-eaten fruits on  Ri-Ri’s windowsill.

The moon frowned,
The stars were startled,
Thunder tore the clouds,
The bats fidgeted on fragile branches.

Swirls of silvery, golden and  turquoise light
sparkled  around,
The fan brushes gracefully performed the circular dance,
They transformed into soft plumage of all white,
and  a confident beak all  yellow;
A pair of feet sang History to the night.

Amidst Ri-Ri’s garden,
stood a Dodo relishing the summer
of its native land,
Ri-Ri hugged it and in her local language
whispered to the bats,
“Samem mo ti sekre.”*

* Samem mo ti sekre (from Mauritian Kreol ) – That’s  my little secret.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon is an author/poet and artist from Mauritius. She has had numerous poetry books published and she is currently working on her flash fiction/short stories book. She considers poetry as her first love and visual art as a healer in all circumstances. Vatsala Radhakeesoon currently lives at Rose-Hill, Mauritius and is a freelance literary translator and an interview editor of Asian Signature journal.

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Poetry

Swirling Blues

Painting and poetry by Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Painting by Vatsala Radhakeesoon
Endless Expanse

An endless expanse swirls
over the tropical island.
At the foot of the Meditative Mountain,
birds, bees and butterflies wonder --
who is this mystic blue?

Sometimes it sings
the songs of poised mermaids.
Sometimes it churns
a divine warning
to humankind tempted to swim
in the baseless pit of darkness.

As the rain, wind and sun
harmonize with it,
seeds of security open
the Earth’s eyes
and the light of blessings shelters
the wise eternal soul
of solitary inspiration.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon is an author/poet and artist from Mauritius. She has had numerous poetry books published and she is currently working on her flash fiction/short stories book. She considers poetry as her first love and visual art as a healer in all circumstances. Vatsala Radhakeesoon currently lives at Rose-Hill, Mauritius and is a freelance literary translator and an interview editor of Asian Signature journal.

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Humour Poetry

Songs of a Sloth & Dragon King

By Vatsala Radhakeesoon

 
 
 Queenie the Sloth
 
 Queenie the sloth
 lives in the labyrinth 
 of the Olive Green Pen
 and toils daily to trace
 straight lines on pink A4 sheets
 
 Her behaviour often confuses me
 and when I ask her,
 “Do sloths work so hard?”
 She laughs then sings,
 “Banished was I ten years back
 from Yellow Land of Lazy Hands
 for building a bridge  from Ant-land
 to River of  Silvery Friends
 O sloths!
 O sloths!
 Laze around, laze around 
 and let the Earth rock
 on its own beats!
 That’s what most sloths do, don’t they?
 But I’m Queenie
 and I’ve chosen my way
 Yes I’ve dared, I did, I did it
 and I’m happier with my purposeful life”
 
 “But don’t you miss your family?
 Don’t you ever feel sad  on New Year?”
 I asked
 
 “Oh no, no my friend!
 In life, Never regret!
 Have a cookie 
 Enjoy a chocolate drink
 Laugh, pray
 and let your mission shine
 all day!" 
 
 
 King Snaky-Dragon
 When King Snaky-Dragon
 loses a battle
 he often wears  
 his huge fan-brush hat
 and orders the largest canvas
 
 As he paints
 a leafy green Pringles can
 and writes with the finest brush,
 “Drum it’’.
 Mischievous Raccoon whispers, 
 “ Flip the fan, flip the fan!”
 
 The king frowns 
 and shouts,
 “Don’t you ever dare to challenge my wise fan!” 

Vatsala Radhakeesoon is an author/poet and artist from Mauritius. She has had numerous poetry books published and she is currently working on her flash fiction/short stories book. She considers poetry as her first love and visual art as a healer in all circumstances. Vatsala Radhakeesoon currently lives at Rose-Hill, Mauritius, and is a freelance literary translator and an interview editor of Asian Signature journal.

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Categories
Poetry

Unconditional Thread & more…

By Vatsala RadhaKeesoon

Unconditional Thread

Born from 
the Divine’s golden thread
Molded with 
perfection, purity and grace
I’m the invisible heart – 
the unconditional thread
ruling the universe

I’m soft
I’m generous
I’m not from 
the Mundane
the materialistic world
the uncanny competitive rules 

I’m omnipresent
but recognized, seen
only by the unadulterated

I, Unconditional Thread
survive in immortal realms
and go on whispering
in every ear
“ Love, love and love
discarding mental blocks
and embracing spontaneity.”



Reflections upon Covid-19

In the 21st century
When Humankind has been boasting to be invincible,
When wise poets have been considered to be insane ,
When genuine spirituality has been eclipsed by fake sweet talkers,
When books have been replaced
by shallow petty talks ,
Who had ever predicted
A deadening virus would put the life
of each and everyone at stake- rich, middle class and poor on the same plane?

In the 21 century
When Humankind has been at the apex of busy-ness,
When only money has been the King,
When even doctors have been taken for granted for their poise in voice ,
Who had ever predicted
that no human being would be sure
to see a new dawn?

In the century of robot- like human beings,
When 24 hours a day doesn't even seem enough time,
when basic manners have become dumb,
Who had ever predicted lockdowns
in states, countries and across borders?

Suddenly a global" Halt" screams,
Unfortunately some are compelled to die,
 Luckily some fight for their own breath,
Some save others' lives

Wake up Human Race!
The global picture is dim, 
But the wheel of Karma keeps turning,
Don't curse God as he is dropping harsh hints ,
The saviors of the world are at work ,
Safety measures, Medicine, and Meditation in align -
all on one plane
are the key factors ,
Grab the signs!
Be self- disciplined!
Together we will all win this scary battle.

Excerpted from Unconditonal Thread , Alien Buddha Press, USA (2019)

First published in Le Defi, Mauritius, April 2020

Vatsala Radhakeesoon was born in Mauritius in 1977. She is the author of 8 poetry books  including When Solitude Speaks (Ministry of Arts and Culture Mauritius, 2013), Unconditional Thread ( Alien Buddha Press, USA,2019), and Tropical Temporariness (Transcendent Zero Press, USA, 2019). She is one of the representatives of Immagine and Poesia, an Italy based literary movement uniting artists and poets’ works. She has been selected as one of the poets for Guido Gozzano Poetry contest from 2016 to 2019.  Vatsala currently lives at Rose-Hill and is a    literary translator, interviewer and artist.