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

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​My Dream Bubble

​In between the many folds of my heart
Lies a secret pathway
Leading to my hideout
My castle
Surrounded by a moat inhabited by friendly crocodiles
And mountains of candy!
 
There is where I run to
Each time I let go of my toils
And dare to allow myself
To unveil my deepest secrets!
 
Yes, there, I wear dresses made of sparkling dust
There, I allow Love to look at me with tenderness
While nuzzling my neck and drowning me in kisses
There, I become ageless and perfect
There, I become a being so complete
So engaged in bliss
That the world as it is, the world and its hurdles
Don’t scare me!
 
In between the many folds of my heart
Lies a place, a fortress
Which I have dared to create!
 
Pray, should you see not around
Do worry not
Know that I have left this reality
To engage myself in my dream bubble!
 

​Truth I search!

​Why is it that the sun shines for us?
Why is it that air breathes around for us?
Why is it that the moon glows at night
Allowing us to swoon over it?
Why are there so cuddly and fuzzy animals
For us to pat
Why are there fragranced flowers
For us to drown our gazes on?
 
Pray, who are we?
Humans, made of flesh and blood
And with seemingly a power animating us?
Who are we
And who made us?
Why are we loved to such an extent
As to be allowed to enjoy the beauties of Earth?
 
Pray, I refuse to follow blindly the path of others
I refuse to be like those who conform
I am made of quests
I live to wonder of these, and of myself
I live to see Truth
And I know
That somehow, someday
Truth I shall see!

​Would it be?

​Is it too hard to have a mistake forgiven
Is it too hard to love when beauty is not matched
Is it too hard to melt the ice away
And be lost in an embrace?
 
Why, being a woman compels me to forgive
Being a woman compels me to understand
Being a woman compels me to be grateful
And to appreciate
Whichever that may be, from efforts to kindness!
 
But being a woman also naturally directs me to love
After all, to forgive, to understand, to be grateful for and
To appreciate does mean to love!
 
Why, love, is such a tricky mirage
Propelled by life and helped by Cupid
It easily traps us in its grip
And bids us to believe that it is real!
 
Pray, like one lost in a desert
The oasis beckons me
Like one lost at sea
The far away isle gives me hope
Like one lost in a carnage
The security of peace tugs at me!
Pray, do I wonder then
Is it all about being a woman?