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.
The Selfishness in me
Selfishness is an attribute of the fallen
Why, we were meant, initially
To serve as we would deem to be served upon
Yet, how mistaken was the one from whom we spawned
Selfishness and greed abound in us
To such an extent that
When faced with us
Our Maker cringes and hurts!
Why, it is said that being human
Requires us all to be made of imperfection
It is said that only the divine
Can claim to be perfect
Pray, I do know that I have a divine part in me
From it I have birthed
In it I do bask
And to it, I shall return
Yes! If I could, I would exorcise the human in me
So that I could always shine
As the manifestation of a divine entity
An entity being yet a mystery!
Then, I am sure, I would not be so selfish
Then, would I accept my given due
Care not for the mundane
Serve it, yes, obviously
But always, at the same time, relish my own being
Pray, I have been made to be as I am
Shaped and sculpted minutely
Human, yes, woman, yes
But one so awakened!
Imperfect yes, but still, somehow, perfect!
Perfect because I was willed to be!
Yet, selfishness also forms part of my attributes
I am after all, a fallen being
Why, may I be thrust upon the paths of perfection
So that I may
Be as selfless as a sacrifice in the name of love!
Storming out Never!
We do all grope on to life
As if life were all that was
We do all hold on to it
As if it were some sort of bliss!
Even if we do know not what lies after
We refuse to let go
We battle and battle for our life
As if it were the best thing that could have happened to us!
Pray, what lies after might just be better
What lies after might be just as it has been so widely philosophized
What lies after
Might be that which might quench our thirst
Rub off our misery and end our turmoil!
But then, we do all have a life to live
We do all have to grope on to it
For holding on to life, is just another duty
Yes, a duty imposed upon us
The very second we took birth
We are to take care of our body
We are to battle for its welfare
Even if, when placed in the universe
We are like blinded maggots
Seeing not even up to the tips of our noses!
Pray, I hold on to life as well
But I do keep my mind up in the clouds
Yes, there is where I shall realize
That nothing about life did ever matter
There is where I shall realize
That existence can be a bliss!
I guess then that groping on to Earthly life
To an Earthly body
To an Earthly consciousness
And to an otherworldly hope
Is worth its rightful due!
The monster of my heart
The monster of my heart roars
Hungry, evil bent
Wishing merely to appease its hunger
The monster of my heart is scarred
Hurt and paining from Fate’s powerful blow!
The monster is powerful
Having taken birth out of unreciprocated love
Having grown and bred on resentments
Having gathered strength on its own hurt ego
The monster roars!
None can bring it down
None can kill it
The monster knows that it is invincible
The monster relishes of being such!
But then, lo! like a freshly spawned rainbow
A soothing ray of light from my soul
Shows itself, and
Faced with it
The monster bows down
The monster submits
The monster accepts defeat
A ray of light, being in essence, a total mystery
A ray of light, having not been explained by anyone
A ray of light, of unknown origin
A ray of light, so totally baffling
A ray of light, yet, so impressive
As to be able to calm, the roaring monster
Of my heart,
Back to its self willed sleep!