ANOUCHEKA
SWEETY GANGABISSOON
STILLNESS
Why, time, so heavy with its own
routine
Closes in on me
Pressing down upon my hearty heaves
Bidding me to shed invisible tears!
And I, mere dove seeking solely to
fly free
Can only languish at the weight of
it all
Pray, on the minute hand,
Lies Fate, so tricky yet so
demanding
And on the hour hand,
Lies my own will, so needy yet so
stoic
The second hand, meanwhile,
Carries the load of actions and
reactions
Meaning to remind me,
That subjected I am to the whims of
divine law
To act I can
Yet, my actions shall turn and aim
myself someday!
Pray, time, so heavy with its own
routine
Lifts up its bust
So proud of itself
So mighty, so unconquerable,
It remains,
The one who decides for us
The one to fill up the spaces of
our lives
To one who rules us!
And I, attempting to fight it,
Can only let myself be immersed in
what it gives us
While keeping my eyes closed
Reminding myself constantly
That amidst its hurly burly
Stillness is what I seek!
LOVE'S ESSENCE
How easy it is to fall in love
Yes, falling in is as tempting as a
sip of wine
To have a taste of it seems so
right
And once one indulges in it,
Life makes itself seem so rosy!
Pray, how easy it is to fall in
love,
Yet, how difficult it is to
maintain it
Easier it is to fall out of love
To harbor hatred
To bare one's teeth as disturbed
cats do
To show one's claws as threatened
bears do
To cut off ties,
As swiftly as drummers play
synchronously with their singers
As one manages to shed off a
hangover!
Yet, love, remains a call of the
higher powers
Love, remains, more than a trip in
a glass of wine
Love shoulders responsibility
And love accounts for maintaining
this responsibility!
Why, even if love shows itself as
an easy game
Pray, be not fooled by its attire
Love happens because the skies want
it to
So, pray,
Treating it as a most treasured
artefact
Is a talent that can be learnt!
MY PAINTINGS
I paint, with my fingers
Images of Moon's Queen
As she dances all over the night
sky
Lamenting at the stars
At how her lover chooses to stay
away from her!
I paint, with my fingers,
Images of wolves
As they try to hide their
mysterious nature
In forests deep enough
To swallow our souls!
I paint, with my fingers,
Images of love's cruelty,
At the many games it plays with us
At how it fools us
And dupes us
Merely wanting to allow life to
sustain itself!
I paint, with my fingers,
Images of lusty desires
As these are kept hidden
In between lines and lines of
poetry
Hoping not to reveal
How they make cheeks blush
And how they propel hearts to
hammer!
I paint, with my fingers,
Tunes of life
As they play over us
Causing us to swirl in their drapes
Embarking us in their blindness
Wanting us not to experience the
skies' Truth!
I paint, as one drunken and
enamored
Pray, for of what use is living
If one abstains from painting
Life,
As one does see it?
ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON
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