Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby. She considers writing to be the meaning of her life as she has always been influenced by all the great writers and wishes to be, like them, immortalized in her words. Her works can be read on poetrysoup.com and she had also appeared in various literary magazines like SETU, Different Truths, Dissident Voice, WISH press, Your One Phone Call, Communicator's League and In Between Hangovers press. She has also been published in Duane’s Poetree and also in an anthology for the Immagine and Poesia group. Her poems are often placed in free online contests.
Everyone tries to accept life
Everyone tries to move on
To smile even when faced with storms
That all is fine
When nothing is!
Pray, to rebel against life and its ways
Would seem to imply
That towards Mother Earth
We have drawn out our swords
Ready to slash at her
Ready to maim her
Ready to look at her in the eyes
We have no feelings for you
We care not if you be or if you cease to be!
Why, when we claim to be the children of Earth
When we claim to be beings made of humanity
We should accept life
And everything that it gives to us
We should accept everything
When everything is being twisted in a storm
Smile, yes and even laugh
When we face raging seas
Ready to engulf us in
Ready to sink our ships
Ready to cause us to be inexistent someday!
I believed in life’s folly once
I thought it was worth more than an ounce
I thought it was the very essence of existing
Life and its folly had me somersaulting
To the beats of its joyous music
So much that I never noticed
When my feet got tangled in between the roots of truth
And I fell
I fell from the mundane plane
And landed on the spiritual one!
Why, I got cured then
My folly changed into a most majestic butterfly
One shimmering with sparkling dust
One made of purity and
Able to hypnotize the whole mundane world
Able to even imbibe faith in the lot of humankind!
Pray, a butterfly I am
Flying amidst the freshness of life
Seen from a higher position
A butterfly, yes, after having been
A crawling caterpillar
A butterfly, waiting, yet, for another
One which will turn it into a spark of light
A spark with endless powers
And endless capacities!
I believed in life’s folly once
In it I basked
Taking joy in living in ignorance
But the switch of spiritual upliftment has been turned on
Now, I shall only look in front of me
To climb higher and higher
Still so steeper stairs!
The swindles of life
I saw a man laugh uncontrollably
When he managed to abuse of another
Yes, he had no money to pay his bus fares
But succeeded in swindling a stranger
A stranger seeming so decent
So fatherly like
So engrossed in honest living
So child caring
So mindful of everything that encompass him
And his life!
The look on the man’s face
It was as if I was seeing the devil for real
What is the meaning of life here
Living and toiling we are
Only to meet with the end
An end which many have philosophized about
An end which yet none can describe for certain
I wondered then if we are not evil beings
Trying to believe that we can be good
That if we work towards it
We can aspire the reach the divine abodes!
Pray, I decided then, to try my best not to let anyone use
And abuse of me
Life is itself a swindle
It has us fooled
By making us believe that it is made of goodness
When it is none but a trap!
Somehow, like the decent men
All the decency in us
Get trapped in the web of life!