 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 Starry nights Moonlit Invaded by fireflies Gleaming with an other worldly aura Pray, Fresh chills 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 Why, 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! Why, someday I shall be the reason why lovers love the night! Pray, starry nights Dreaming, dreaming 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 Strong barks 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 So invigorating 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 Pray Is this not the endless cycle of life?
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