ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

CHOSEN ENSLAVEMENT

You taste of freedom,

Said I to Love,

While I was sprawled on him

Naked and chilled,

Enjoying the freshness of the night

As the moon shone above us

While flowers enjoyed the darkness by dancing

And wild animals used this opportunity to shed off their aggressive mask!

You taste of such freedom

As to make Gods jealous

You taste of eternity,

Of bountiful youth, of everlasting happiness,

Of a never ending story,

Of a free flowing poem set in Heaven

And of having enough power

As to do whatever you want,

In a universe which keeps itself veiled

To the whole lot of humankind!

You taste of freedom

And I,

Have grown enslaved

Like a drug addict,

Your kisses have become a need

So have your touch

And your desires

Even if tainted

With the hues of mundane sin

Remain so pure,

As this is what the skies wished to see

From there where they hide

While peeping at us!

You taste of freedom

And to you I wish to submit

As if,

I were denied of everything that makes me who I am,

Caring, rather,

To see to it

That you do relish my enslavement to you!

 MY OWN HEART

I carry my own heart

As if,

It were a pure crystal

Meant not to be contaminated with filth!

I carry it,

In a cracked glass vase

Hoping,

To be able to keep the water that surrounds it

To allow it to survive

As,

Without it,

What would become of me?

I carry my own heart

Knowing that I have to allow the skies

To act out their wish upon it!

My heart remains mine own

While the life I lead does not belong to me

My identity is a false one

It relies on a mundane existence

Which thrives for a reason

Everyone philosophises about

But no one knows for sure!

My heart remains mine own

And I carry it

While the skies do want me to do so!

I tread there where they want me to

I saunter there where they push me

And I sit there where they bid me to

Still,

I do acknowledge

That a heart is never complete on its own

Shall it no more seek the water that surrounds it

Shall it no more seek to be carried

Only when it shall meet

With the other heart,

Chosen by the skies!

LOVE'S SYMBOLISM

I looked at Love with hurting eyes

Unable to voice out

The anguish that burnt in me

Why,

Does love not thrive on freedom?

Is love not a river

Does it seek not to flow,

Free, while being admired and loved?

I looked at Love with hurting eyes

You are free,

Said I to him,

My feelings for you cannot be described by poetry

Yet,

I want you to feel free,

And I want my love to thrive in this freedom

That I give to you!

Are we not love's symbolism,

Whispered I to him

Have we not been chosen by the skies

Shall we not care to allow their powers

To celebrate us

By allowing life and love to keep on being?

Pray,

You are free,

Said I to love

Tell me, what is it that you desire?

Love looked at me with twinkling eyes

And said,

I am free, to choose to be your knave

Before engulfing me in an embrace

And filling up my senses

With enough lightning bolts

As to make Zeus jealous!

ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON