À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

I’d tear my heart apart

Be your mosaic piece of art

Had I no fear of being slandered

Lilith, I’m dying and begging

Your eyes burn my bones till dust

Lilith I’m pleading and bleeding

Keep me away from your lust

Years of comfort, aiding and whisking away thy worries

Who shall save me from this rampage I love?

Caress my cheeks and tend to these wounds as l once did

Who shall rip it all apart and cleanse my flesh with love?

Kiss away my tears and lick these scars that I once hid

Blood etched across my fingertips

Lips raw from my venomous words

Maman! Can I still repent?

God lest forget me

My eyes glisten still, my brows furrow still, my heart shakes still,

But ye faithful slave still I am

For any other way could never be

God I plead! My knees raw, my eyes cloudy

What I saw is ever hazy

The sun rises above me

Yet I feel the lingering presence of the moon over my frail

shoulders

“Are the stars her tears ?” I query.

Doomed to only glance at her lover

Rarely feel his rays

Only ever fully see his shine in her own tears

My love lies cold and maimed

She empathizes with me

Still I seek the warmth of her touch unashamed

Soaring far above, she trails my cuts stranded

Whispering lush wonders just for me

Red vines prickly of touch, born to gather the wanderers blood

Your tender, gentle heart, lays pristine

Raw and throbbing from deep within

Swallowing each droplet of hate in hope of its sweet liquor

Struck by the rays of the blue hour

My dead girl rises, draped in empyrean quill

Scintillating with the angel holding her will

Still she pierces right through me

Still I cry for my long gone believer

For we once prayed together

Prayers mushed together

Hopes bare down our sleeves

Nude of secrecy, full of beaming love, sewn forever.

Bio

Eimaan Malik

Artiste dans l’âme et passionnée par l’art de l’écriture, cette jeune Mauricienne saccage la monotonie des feuilles blanches à coups de vers teintés d’une pointe d’encre noire aux échos envoûtants d’une mélancolie empathique.