ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON
The Magic of
Solitude
Silence fills up
the vacant space
And dances as it
wills
Bidding me to sit
back,
To relax and to
close my eyes,
To listen to its
empty steps,
As birds chirp
peacefully outside
And life moves on
its way
As easily and as
fluidly as it can,
With vehicles
jammed on its busy roads,
And sellers
energetically calling out
To their
potential customers
While children
laugh their way
Through games
gifted to them
By their own
imagination!
Why,
In the silence of
the solitude,
Eyes closed,
I can only see
the beauty of
Having no
responsibilities,
No obligatory
duties,
And no societal
adherence!
I remained there,
feeling like
A Queen, with
unlimited time
Thrust at my
feet, thereby allowing
Myself to pick up
my pen and to make
Of poetry, a
magical piece of art,
As many times as
I want to!
The Power of
Solitude
I sat in the
center of my bed,
Wondering at the
difference
That lay there
between myself
And between those
I interacted
For, the purity
that they could feel
Emanating from me
Remains absent in
them!
Being surrounded
By solitude at
all times
Gives me ample
opportunities
To dive in my
inner self;
Made of a divine
ocean
Filled with sea
life as it is
Not known on
Earth
And where I sit
upon a sparkling
Oyster shell,
ruling as would
A gentle and much
loved Queen!
And each time I
return from my dives,
I feel like
embracing solitude
And sharing with
it, a tight kiss
So that I create
with it,
A bond,
Which would stay
solidly tied up
For as long as I
would be able
To paint the life
that I lead
With my own
imagination!
Why, the power of
solitude is thus,
Made of sparkling
starry dust,
It can lift me up
from the material world
And land me there
where I wish
And I guess
That is where the
purity that is discerned
In me, gets its
origins!
Enlaced With
Solitude
Enlaced in bed
with my own solitude,
I could only see
the eyes of love
As they sparkled
with the desire
For the
imperfection that I am!
And lost in their
beauty,
I forgot about
the thorns
That keep pricking
me from inside
As well as the
ugly creatures
That allow me not
to leave
My well protected
castle
To be able to get
a glimpse
Of life and of
all that it has to offer!
Solitude is like
time,
It stands still,
Invading our
nests
And our inner
worlds
And having us
embark upon
The journey of
memories
Having us suffer
for that
Which we could
never have
Or for that which
we had but
Which got slipped
out of our grip!
And when enlaced
I am with it
Upon my bed, in
the emptiness
Of my own home,
I can only allow
myself to go
With its flow,
Enjoying the
bumpy rides
That it gives me
Knowing,
nevertheless,
That tomorrows
may never happen
As we wish it to
And that
yesterdays shall remain
For as long as we
would hold
Them on our
hearts!
ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON
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