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. 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.
On those starry nights
Invaded by fireflies
Gleaming with an other worldly aura
Prick my flesh
And I, lightly dressed
Can only close my eyes
In sweet submissive exalt!
Why, love is so beautiful
Love, eternal and pure
Love, mystical and mysterious
Love, filling up my whole essence
Love, being that which drives me
Which invigorates me
Which pulls out my hidden side
And which fills me with pride!
Yes, those nights are starry for a cause
And that is immersing us all in their beauty
To the extent of mesmerizing us
And hypnotizing us
Bidding us, while they are at it
To accept life
And to fall in love with its whims!
Into the night air
I do allow my whole being to be immersed
Into the night air
I do allow my whole being to lose its mortal nature
The images weave themselves
Someday, I shall be the chirping of grasshoppers at night
I shall even be the gurgle of water as it flows
Why, I shall be the engulfing silence
And even the power which allows night creatures to become night rulers!
I shall be the reason why lovers love the night!
Pray, starry nights
Carefree and totally immersed in amorous ties with life!
The havoc inhabiting me
The rain dripped on me and
I, flaming and blazing
Can only watch the cooling fumes
Elevate from my body
To merge in with the atmosphere!
Pray, to love what is forbidden is a sin
To love still and to yearn for such
Becomes an obsession
An obsession transgressing the limits of passion
A passion which can ruin the many stages of my efforts
My efforts to attain salvation!
Why, sense desires are not to be accounted for
The appealing flesh, so seductive and alluring
Shall someday lose its sparkle
Inhabited it is, like me, by a consciousness
A consciousness which can at times be awakened
At others, dormant and ignorant
Yet, on some days, sense desires wake up in me
And become a raging magmatic pit
Ready to burst at any moment
And break my sheltered fortress to pieces
Thankfully, the skies bestow on us rain
And rain drops, dripping all over me
Falling with a thud of my head
And sliding down my skin
Douse the heat and extricate from me
My sensual femininity
Why, how torrid
How torrid is the havoc that inhabits me!
Topiary of life
Trees are magnificent
Holding on firmly, solidly attached
To roots in the soil
And decorated by lush, fragranced leaves
Or even at times,
By ripe, juicy fruits!
Trees, so silent, so calm, so peace giving
That walking among them
Disperses my anxieties
That sitting down under their shade
Connects me to the mother of all earthlings
That hugging them so tightly
Immerses in me some sort of strength and
Elevates the hues of my aura!
Trees, seeming to be the ancients of life
So silent, so observant, so wise
They just watch life go by
They just watch us,
Humans, all confused with life
All anguished and lamenting
And sigh out the oxygen that we need
To keep us sustained to life!
Yes, someday, when I shall be buried deep
Maybe the minerals of the remains of my body
Shall get to merge in with the essence of trees
And thus, they shall get the energy
And the capacity
To sustain more life
Is this not the endless cycle of life?