ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON

ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON

The Nocturnal Skies

The skies,

At night,

Speak to us!

They tell us of

What the Gods,

The demons

And those who have passed away

Are constantly engaged in!

And to hear them,

We simply have

To shed off our belief

That this mad world we live in

Will take us somewhere credible!

To talk to them,

Late at night,

We are to sit in their darkness,

And play,

With our hearts,

Music moving enough

As to cause the glued stars

To fall on our laps!

Our heart's vents are we then

To whisper to them

And they shall fly back

To the skies

To recount of our turmoil!

Why,

Life is a mystical activity

Life is magic

And we, ignorant humans,

Sunk deep in our own madness

Remain oblivious to this beautiful side

Of it

As,

We have lost our divine virtue

And can care not

To enjoy

The sounds of

Raging waterfalls

Or even the sight of peaceful

Fish in clear waters!

Come, let us follow the night's scent

It shall lead us to there

Where its magic happens!

If I could

And if I could choose,

I would have

Forsaken this life here

In this marshy swamp

Merely to be able to enjoy

Soothe and comfort

At the feet of the Gods!

But,

Bearing the body of a sinner

I can only

Pray

And hope for the best!

Still,

The intuition pulsating loudly in me

Wills me to have faith

In that subtle power

That rules over us all

As

Without it,

Life would not be given any meaning!

I shall have to shed off

My mortal body

I only hope

The skies would say that I abided

As,

I fear deeply

The divine punishment!

Upon The River Of Life

The river of Life

Keeps flowing

And like a passer by

I keep watching it

From my shaded seat

Upon its bank!

Going with its flow

Are the millions of

Abandoned souls

Who, unlike me,

Have not been given

A due insight

As to the meaning and purpose

Of their existence!

But amongst them all,

I can see Love,

Who adamantly chooses

To remain blind

To the fact that we are connected

Through the mysticism of the skies!

Pray, I sit and wait for now

Someday,

The river flow shall either

Drown me

Or sculpt me

Into a dried up artefact

While Love,

Will keep rowing upon the river

But on different boats

Having different missions,

Merely because

He refused to grasp the rope that

Thrown was to us

From the stability of the skies!

ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON