ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - POEMS

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.

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                   My quests from this world
 
I seek, from this world, Truth
I seek, from this world, inner bliss
I seek, from this world, an escape
I seek, from this world, understanding!
 
Is it too much to ask for
Pray, of life and its meaning
None can give a clear answer
Yet,
All claim to be in love with its mystery
All do take the pains to smile
And welcome every situation
As if it were a great blessing!
 
As for me,
I have spun, around my consciousness
A web
A web through which this world's lies
Can creep not in
A web which has me dreaming always
Of what shall there be after!
So much
That,
The world itself would deem me antisocial
The world itself would deem me misanthropic!
 
Life is for me, a ride down a river
Of course, the flow changes from time to time
From tranquil, the waters do become violent
And of course, the river shall merge with the sea
And that shall be when my soul's suffering will be appeased
That shall be when my quests shall be given their answers!
 
 
                               The game of life
 

Life is a passing cloud
It takes birth
Blooms, allows everyone to admire it
And fades out
As if it were controlled by a gamer!
 
Someone sitting and choosing the outcomes
Someone sitting and propelling, us,
The children of life, forward!
 
Why, being mere children
Our vision is so limited
So much that we cannot even pierce through life's veil
To have a glance at the gamer!
 
Pray, like the cloud
We shall all meet with our root!
Pray, we merely need patience
Patience and firm convictions!
 

                                     Reborn
 
I am a mess
I am a pile of shattered glass
I am a lot of torn letters
I am a doll broken into pieces
I am the embers of burnt out wood
I am, though
Through faith and the mysteries of the skies,
Reconstructed
Having been willed a rebirth
Resurrected
And reassembled!
 
Why, my world spins around myself
In there, life is ruled not by societal rules
In there, life is as I want it to be
A party in a fully blossomed garden
A laugh echoing along the walls of never ending mountains
A freshly blossomed flower in Spring
A clear pond in which fish lives carefree and safe
 
Yes, and around my world, I have built a fortress
None shall break me again!
Pray,
Should you wish to be have a glance at my world
Why
You would meet with my fiercest side
Mind you
Should you not meet up with the aptitudes
I shall slay you!
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