Sunday, July 1, 2018




I allow strength to conquer me
As I have no other choice
Living is such,
Meant to see us submit to it
While inscribing upon actions’ list,
Our list of sins should we choose to escape it!

I allow strength to conquer me
By hiding my hurt stance
Behind a mask,
An image,
One displaying the array of a bubbling doll,
As such is what the rest of the world wishes to see!

Care they not to see how damaged are my wings
While I broke free
From the cage I was trapped in
Care they not see that I fly low
While my envious gaze fixes the other birds of my kind
Those having had not their wings broken
Those flying in the realms found up in those heights
I shall never ever get a whiff of!

Why, strength shall be my weapon
As long as my breath shall allow it to
After all, the happenings of Earth are meant not to matter
But when the skies have voiced out their wish
Wish which has to be fulfilled
In ways which are way above my head for me to handle
Does strength really become my weapon
Or does it become a state of having no other choice?


Love’s origin has been painted in acrylic
By the hands deciding upon our fates!
Love’s meaning has been thundered to me
Once, when the blue skies seemed laden with doom!
Love’s new avenues have been whispered to me
While I was roaming in between the mystical spheres!

But Love seems to be unaware of its own course
Love seems doubtful, indifferent even
Love seems to enjoy playing there where the grass is green
And there where nymphs swim in lazy delights!

And I, without Love’s tenderness,
Remain a fractured porcelain doll
Broken in pieces which shall never be reassembled
But which gives the impressing of having been put into place
By the powers of the skies!

Love’s bed in my heart remains cold and empty
After all, I would sleep not there without Love
Shall I solely resort to drown myself
In those polluted seas of Earth’s havoc
Hoping, by doing such,
That I shall believe that I exist not
So that I may forget
That even if the skies made their wishes known to me
Love, chose to paint another canvas for itself!


I remain tied to the skies
As they are from where I fell
And they are there where I shall end up!

I remain tied to the skies
For the power they hold over me
By giving me little jolts at times
Which help me to understand life
And to love life!

Why, what is the sense of this world
When we know not what is waiting for us at the next step
Our plans do get foiled
Our expectations do materialize not
Our joys get snatched away
And our hopes, broken and shattered!
We only have to keep our hands folded at times
Yearning for mercy from the skies
Or we have to keep our palms open
Thereby telling the skies
That we shall forsake ourselves and our wants
Only to accept that which they shall thrust upon us!

Pray, however much the world tries to
It shall never end up in making me find my place here
My roots are up there,
In someplace where living is fair
I have already planted the seeds of those creepers though,
They shall grow and reach this forgotten abode
And I shall crawl upon them
To get back home!


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 three 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.

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