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, In Between Hangovers Press, WISH Press, Tuck’s Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, among others.  She has also been published in Duane’s Poetree and also in two anthologies for the Immagine and Poesia group.  Her poems are often placed in free online contests.  She has been selected to be among the Most Influential Women in Mauritius for the 2017 category Arts and Culture and she has also been awarded as a Promising Indian for the year 2017 for the same category.  In 2018 and 2019, she was again selected to be among the Most Influential Women of the island for her contribution to the literary field and in 2019, she was one of the three nominees for the National Awards organized by the Ministry of Arts and Culture of Mauritius.  In 2020, she was shortlisted to be among the Most Impactful Women of the year for the Women of the Year awards. 

Earth's Healing

​Earth shall heal,
The vaccine is already here
And what is to be,
Shall be!

Yes,
Death shall still weave
Its subtle poetry
Around us
And Life shall still make of us
Slaves of its consciousness
Even if it realises not
That it is, 
Itself,
A slave of its own!

Earth shall heal though,
At least, it shall, in its own ways,
Even if nature shall still be destroyed,
Even if its resources shall still be abused of,
Even if some strata of the society shall
Still be disadvantaged,
Even if diseases warn not before they strike,
Earth shall heal,
And it shall keep revolving
For as long as the subtle forces 
Guiding her, will want her to!

After all,
Isn't such the very essence of life,
To keep going regardless of 
The stones pelted at it?

Solo Symphony

​My only companions are solitude and music
In the first one, I find time to forge my inspiration
And in the second one, I channel my art
Into powerful notes moving enough
As to stir up the sleeping soul of Earth itself!

Music remains my passion, that form of art
Which paints sunny days in my darkest nights
And which bids me to embrace life
In a comforting embrace,
Even if all it offers me are the thorns
Of flowers which have been plucked
By some lucky hands!

When I indulge in my own solo symphony
I shrug off the weight hanging over my head,
Constantly pushing me into the bottomless
Pits which pave up the paths that have been set
For me and I become, the mighty Apollo,
With my notes, so emotional at times,
And yet, so moving and enticing at others!

I know, lovers listening to me hug and kiss each other
I know, the lost souls listening to me, shed some
Hidden tears
While those basking in happiness,
Whistle along to my tunes,
Feeling my art pulsate in their own hearts!

Why,
Solitude and music shall remain my only companions
For as long as my breath would live in me,
As I feel like I live only in them!

My Fears ​

​The state of being dead scares me not
As,
It has been written in holy books,
That being in this state
Requires being made of another nature,
Having forgotten everything
That makes up the human and physical essence!

What scares me
Is what comes before being dead;
Going through long term disease
Or suffering the blows of an accident,
Or even undergoing the horror of 
Crime and abuse!

The world is a most scary place
And I keep making of my hymn up:
My imminent departure,
But since life is stronger and mightier
I do wonder
If I shall be allowed a smooth exit
Or if I shall have to go through
My destined path, with the heart
Of mighty lioness having grown
Way too old to fight
Mighty creatures of the forest,
Hungry for what remains of my flesh!