ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON

 

ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON

 

The Magic Of Life

 

Stars sing to me

In broad daylight

And fairies

Write of my poetry

While I slumber!

 

Why,

Is life not meaningful

When imbibed it is

With magic

Made of mystical mantras

And rituals?

 

Going on our ways

As emptily as would

Humans ruled solely by their senses

Can get quite boring

And can even end up being

Quite painful

Making us feel as if

We live not for ourselves

But,

For the opinions

Of a man-made society

That fits not our broods!

 

But when I open up myself

To allow stars to sing for me

In broad daylight

And allow fairies to write of my poetry

While I slumber,

I become,

As free as an eagle soaring up

In the heights of mountains

Fearless and bold

Well aware

That the life that I lead

Is the one which belongs to me

And that it remains up to me

To sculpt it

As I would want it to be!

 

 

 

My Memory's Archive

 

Yesterday is not long gone,

It is there,

Forever etched upon my memory

And even I have learnt from it

Even if I have healed from it,

It shall always be that

On which I shall base myself

To decide about my future!

 

But then

As I open the door of my life's archive

I do wonder, while I blow off

Dust from yesterday's memories

Before opening their folders,

If I am purposefully missing out

On today

By being bent on yesterday

And on tomorrow!

 

As it is,

Nothing much has changed

From yesterday,

What was initially pain

Has just morphed into another weight,

And what was hope,

Has changed its medium!

 

The essence then, remains the same,

Even if I have kept it

Solidly tied up

In my own personal archive!

 

Would it not be better then

Wonder I with confusion,

To burn them into huge cauldrons

And to utter mystical spells while

Being at it

So as to allow myself

The release which I need?

 

 

 

I Am In Love

 

 

I am in love

 

With the thorns

 

That adorn my dress

 

Pricking my sensibility

 

Coiling their grip around my heart

 

And bidding me to shed tears

 

Behind the veil that I wear!

 

 

 

I am in love

 

With the clouds that hide the sun

 

Drenching me, at all times,

 

In their downpours,

 

Causing me to always feel uncomfortable

 

And to always seek solace

 

At the feet of the cosmic energy

 

To be able to breathe

 

Imbibed with an aura of peace!

 

 

 

I am in love

 

For if I choose to live by

 

Rejecting it

 

I become as empty as is a statue:

 

Lifeless and unmoving

 

Having no reason

 

To be a poetess, dark and brooding

 

Always looking forward

 

To when Death would grab me in

 

Its icy claws!

 

 

 

I am in love

 

For the fate that has been given to me

 

Has been chosen by some power

 

Which I can discern not

 

But which has deemed me

 

As deserving same

 

And when confronted with its truth

 

I realize I am a mere fish in its sea

 

Not even capable of choosing

 

If I wish to get hooked to its bait or not!

 

 

 

I am in love

 

With the wish of God

 

As it has been whispered to me

 

While I slumbered

 

In the silence of the night

 

And I can only live

 

While praying that I bloom in its essence

 

For what would life mean

 

Without it?

 

 

 

I am in love

 

And may I always be so

 

Even in death and unconsciousness!

 

 

ANOUCHEKA SWEETY GANGABISSOON