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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​Strength 

​Naked,
I felt liberated!
Naked,
I felt vulnerable!
The arrows of rumors were aimed at me
Grinning at me
With an evil confidence
Yet,
I stood,
Faced them
Naked, liberated and vulnerable
As would an angel
Faced with demons
As would purity
Faced with malicious contempt
As would faith
Faced with the harshness of life!
 
Do I even care about rumors
Rumors, resounding loudly in my ears
As do frogs' songs
On a wet and clammy night
When I sneak out to climb a peak
All alone, merely to be able to enjoy silence,
Silence mixed with sparkling stars
Silence imbibed with the dampness of my beating heart
Silence immersed with the hues of darkness
Creating in me and around me
A bubble in which I do hop in
Excited at its intended destination!
 
The arrows of rumors hit me
And I smile at them
Watching them disintegrate
The moment they touch my skin!
 
Pray, can rumors ever be mightier
Than the innocence of Truth?

​My belief in myself

​I trusted my belief in myself
Until I was thrust on a new path!
As I walked,
I could not understand why
Bells resounded in my soul
Butterflies bubbled noisy in my heart
Empty clouds filled up my thriving mind
Bringing me to a state
Where I only wanted to run
And seek shelter there
Where none would be
Except the Lord of all Creations
And all of His acolytes!
But my path pulled me
As if I was a hungry fish
And it, a mere bait!
My path pulled me
As if I was withered vegetation
And it, rainwater!
 
It is common to be cautious
But it becomes thrilling to be adventurous
Heart heaving heavily
I let go of my apprehensions
And hopped on my new path
Still armed with belief in myself!

​What is this all about Love?

​What is this all about love
Is it a mere attraction?
Is it all about lusting?
Is it about providing care?
Or is it simply filling up
A need, in us, rather
Than in the one we claim to love!
 
What is this all about love
Do I merely write of it
As I know it not?
Do I speculate about it
Because I am made of it?
 
Pray, for me, love is a balloon
To be, it needs to be blown
To survive, it needs to fly, high above the ground
And be admired, for its beautiful colors
And attractiveness!
Once it pops, everyone moves on
Even if it remains, like life, a memory!
 
But what is this about love
So much coveted by the whole of humankind
So much needed
So much written about
Sung about
Speculated about
When it remains a mere balloon
Wanting to be imbibed with its own essence
And allowed to fly,
Free and unrestricted!