Thursday, February 1, 2018




As the music invades my senses

I feel myself being teleported

To there where beings float

In seas of golden ecstasy

Being sheltered at all times from discomfort

And never experiencing the need to yearn

For that which they have not

Simply because there, the state of being, itself

Is a celebration!

As the music invades my senses,

I instinctively open my laptop

And start writing

Words and words

Meant to be understood in between their lines

As such is what I am after all

A poet, writing of puzzles

Of significant to me!

As the music invades my senses,

I do close my eyes

And let my head rest on the back of the chair

Why, do they even matter

Those little arrows pricking me so discretely

Meaning to fill me with emotional and sensual swells

Bringing me to bite my lips

And wish I had the nerve

To act as the music plays over

In all of my senses

And in my whirling imagination!


Is it all about love

Shall it ever be all about love

Pray, from the highest pink colored clouds

I fell, after shedding off my sparkling wings

Wanting to taste of the flavors of mundanity!

Yet, I do claim to hold on to such an existence

Merely out of love

Love for the power which bids me to be

Safe and protected at all times

Yes, I do even keep searching for love

Love, whose deep eyes shall stir up

My inert femininity

And bring me to a point where

I shall finally be able to love

This fallen mundanity!

Is it all about love

Is it the whole meaning of existence

Living out of love

Living for love

Making the most out of everything

Because the real name of life is love?

Pray, then, if it is all about love

If it shall be all about love

Then, allow me to unfold my stagnant wings

Allow me to let myself be driven by gales

And typhoons

So as to fall in the very passionate embrace of love!


As my body morphs with the passage of time

I sit and relax



I had thought such would freak me out!

But graciously,

I embrace the changes

Pray, it is merely life

Thrusting upon me its various stages


Claiming to be one so in love with life

Why should I regret my youth or be envious?

Pray, the thickening of my slimness

Is layered with the wisdom I have acquired

The greying of my hair

Is tainted with all that I have learnt so far

The wrinkles on my face as I smile

Rings with the tunes of the awakening I've been thrust upon


Life is merely part of the voyage

My body,

Whether young and firm

Or ageing and drooping

Belongs not to me!

Only my consciousness does

And this,

Remains a birthing star

Yes, this, remains a falling waterfall

A peeping moon

A droplet of dew on a cactus

A rare bird

A burst of laughter emanating from a toddler

A swell of a contented heart!

Pray, as I sit and reflect on the passage of time over me

I can help not but sigh with glee

Of course, my heart does hold regrets

But I shall bury these deep and seal them

With cement

I am after all, a being bound by social and moral rules

I am after all, a being bound by physical nature

I am after all, a being bound by my innate nature

I act, as per my limits

While hammering harshly on myself

That someday,

Nothing shall matter!


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 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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