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Anoucheka Gangabissoon Poem
What happens when the moon isn't up to her best?
She takes a break,
Dozes for a while,
And comes back shining brighter than she ever did!
What happens when the ocean waves lose their energy?
They lap at low tide,
Allow themselves some peace in their lonely expanse
Merely to enjoy the view of the night sky!
What happens when the day feels like she needs some time alone?
She breaks into a yawn,
A yawn which gets transmitted to us all living creatures
And she slips into a delightful dose!
But what happens when we humans feel like
The boulders that we carry on our shoulders
Have become too heavy for us?
What happens when we glance at our fate lines
And feel like we shall never make it to destination?
Why,
Instead of following nature's example,
We simply close our diaries, tear the stories up
And look out for other things to do
When all that is required,
Is a well deserved break,
One potent enough as to take our minds
Off our toils, have us sit back, breathe and relax,
Before we make our comeback!
Pray,
Is Existence not beautiful
When we quit solely at the moment
That we have been fated to?
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Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached the top most part of a summit
Only to fall
Back down
Broken into pieces
With deep scars
And loose bolts
And, to my horror,
Realized that I had lost a part of me
A part which I needed most
To fit in society
To cater for myself
And to tend to life as well!
Why, at that time,
I had been running after looks
After the impulses of desires
And I had wanted
To fill up an empty space in my heart
Void and vacant, it had hurt so much!
Pray, now that I've matured
And now that I can claim to know love
Love which is so sweet
That it makes me smile at all times
Love which is so melting
That it has become not only my fort
But also my support
My strength
My cause
And of course, my sole purpose in life
Love, have I come to know
Love, runs not after that which is transient
Love, when it is genuine and mature
Caters for the blooming of both the lover and the beloved
Love allows space, makes dreams come true
And even gives way to opportunities
Love, of such kind, I have grown addicted to
For love, of such kind, allows me to retain my individuality
Respects me and has been steadily sewing up
That which has been torn in me
Pray, puppy love is just for social acceptance
Puppy love is just for a show off
To seem glamourous
And to make others envious
But love, true and genuine
Remains discrete
But reveals itself, bared, naked, disrobed and flaming
In between closed walls!
Yes, love, when made of maturity
Remains as a shadow
But becomes the main propelling force!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017
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Could it be
That we will never be?
It cannot be
That we played with fire
Without playing the lyre
Could it be
That you are a liar?
Ready to jump into the pyre
My heart does bleed
And plead
For Mercy
I am Capricious
Even Luscious
In your bed
Always coloured red
Yet
You abutted
Never Pretentious
I am Anxious
Could it be
That you do not agree?
With my Faith
What would become of me
Should you let me be?
Without my Side
You will truly Hide
Your eternal Pain
In Vain.
Written in 2011
This is my first poem on PS. I started with this one. I love it as it made of me a poet, appreciated by a poetry community. Though now, I have learnt to love myself as well as the skies. Love can be about understanding and patience rather than despair.
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Created to belong to the one soul
For whom my heart would beat
Rhythmic beats of thirsting desires
I have,
Since times immemorial
Enjoyed this state of being
A slave to Love!
Why, loving requires patience,
Submission, abandoning my throne
And even accepting to disrobe my soul
Among gaping crowds,
Made of souls who understand not
That I am the whirlpool, raging forth
And Love, remains
The river bed, calm and soothing
To allow me to simply keep on being!
Why, being the slave of love
Allows me to imbibe in gloomy souls
The musical tunes of love, tuned correctly
Of course, meaning solely
To give their hearts wings
As to wish to experience its magic too!
Pray, being the slave of love
Requires of me to be virtuous
Made of morals, of principles, of tears,
Of blood, of forgiveness, of acceptance,
Of blinded will, why, of passion,
So deep and so fragile, that it can be
Mistaken to be a natural calamity at times
And a fragranced flower at others!
Of love have I made my master,
As such was willed to me by the skies
I have accepted it and am ready to die for it
If need be,
Though the lover in me yearns to be held in
Between warm palms and to be asked
Of why is it that I still hold on
Even if doing so implies swimming against the current!
A slave of love am I
Enjoying it as long as I have enough strength to
Dancing on its tunes
Meditating on its peace
Writing of its hidden meanings
Waiting for it, waiting
As the drowning do,
For a hand to pull them up!
For Contest Slave to Love
Written on 3rd July 2019
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In my closed space
I am free to shrug off that which I wear
To hide my true self;
A being which does not belong to this earth
But which seeks to find the anchorage
Of there where I come from!
In my closed space,
I am free to be mad, to wish for death,
To imagine of myself as being magical,
To cry over that which hurts me,
To pretend that the years have not worked
On the shape of my body
And to sing, even if my voice is not trained!
In my closed space
I can be a bird, mystical, beautiful,
Or even a lioness, sleek and dangerous
Why,
In between the walls of my own space
I can even be in love
As would a heroine of a romance;
Bold even in my fragility
Experienced in my innocence
And happy in the gloom of impossible love!
In this hidden space
Life happens as I want it to
It dances according to my tunes
And sings according to the lyrics that I write
In this space,
I am free to be who I am!
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Those sad violin tunes play for me, from the depths of heart
The moment when love failed me
The moment I became a toy, the moment I became a sick doll
Set to be used at will and discarded without being given a second glance
Those sad violin tunes bid my tears to flow
Even if the night air is smooth and the stars twinkle ecstatically
Happy to be existing, even if they are the only ones to be aware of their aim
Love is a strong word, heavy, fragranced and carries with it double meanings
It can lift me up
As it can break me
It can gift me wings
As it can bury me deep in its own pit
It can have me dance even if I don't know how to
As it can have me fall from the highest summits if it so wishes to
Lost in my own wavy and messy wave
I craft a poem to share with the tunes of the sad violin tunes
So that my heart finds enough will to breathe, easy and steady
Love, being such a powerful word,
Is something I wish not to know
Especially not on this fallen Earth,
An abode which remains too harsh for my frail heart!
Those sad violin tunes, so like rogue waves
Trample upon the blooms of my heart
As I get transported back to a time
When love, which I wished to glorify
Turned me into a nocturnal monster, capable of
Functioning only during the day time whilst
Having to hide my true self at the fall of the night!
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At times, the feel of the sun on my whole body is delicious
How warm, how comforting, how addicting
Of the sun's rays I shall never have enough
Why, amidst life's harsh darting arrows
The warmth of the sun is like a protective umbrella!
At other times, the caress of the wind is arousing
It tends to guide me towards adventure
It tends to bid me to listen to its call
To imagine that somewhere, on high grounds
It can take the form of hot air balloons and just swipe me away!
More, each time, the touch of the rain feels soothing
The flames that inhabit my body die out
And cooled off, I can shake my toils away
And smile at life
As if I were its own queen!
And of course, the wet and cold grass is inviting
On it, I do feel like reclining
For as long as my free time shall allow me to
Grass, smelling like the paths of the other worlds
Bid me to smile, at nothing and no one in particular!
Pray, to enjoy the display of nature
I have chosen to remain unattached
And carefree
Unburdened, even if this implies
That I shall have to be penniless!
Yes, there, scotched on the mountain side, I get to dream
Of flying like birds
Of flying without wings
Of swimming in torrid waters
Of touching the moon, while keeping my feet on Earth!
Pray, I shall not get home tonight
I shall sit and wait on the mountains for the moon to show up
Who knows, I might turn into a werewolf
Or meet a romantic vampire
Who knows where my nature-bent imagination shall take me?
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I was yet a child
With a smile so sweet and a temper so mild
I was yet a child, so ecstatic
For it was here, at last, the night known to be so bleak
Halloween, here at last
Why, with honeyed candies shall I feel blessed
Even if to be all safe, I shall maybe have to seek the help of an exorcist
At last, at last, it is here, the night during which the living and the dead are entwined
Dressed as a little witch
I tried to make as if my tight clothes did not make my skin itch
I would scare the whole neighborhood
Indeed, so scared would the whole world be, that to me it would behave as one, so good!
I walked in the night, feeling so bold
Holding on to the fingers of my mother, holding on so hard
For the night was scary
Even if it did promise me more than a million candy
We walked in the neighborhood, trick and treating
My mound of treasure candy was growing
And my heart was beating
Surely, on this Halloween, I would be the great candy Queen!
Grand was the moon, so full and bright
It seemed to be made of fairies' light
Accompanying us in our spree
Giving us all the light we needed, for free
The night smelled of freshly mowed grass
The night smelled of pine leaves
The night smelled of romance
I could smell it all, even if I was still a young princess
Halloween night was marvelous
We saw all sorts of creatures roaming the night
We never knew which was human and which was supernatural
What mattered was only the magical night, seeming to be so precious
I came back home, and fell right on my bed, in deep sleep
The next morn did bid me to take the time to count my treasure
Why, I did become a Queen indeed
The Queen bearing all the candies, amassed in spooky trick or treating!
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I hide in my heart,
A secret as syllabic
As a Shakespearean sonnet;
Yes, if revealed, it would have you
Melting with its sweetness,
Arousing you with its pulsating passions
And causing you to bite your lips for more of it!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as grandiose
As the reason why the Taj Mahal exists,
Yes, visiting it,
You would be overwhelmed by its essence
Wanting to live it too
Wanting to have, for yourself,
A unique monument erected!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as deep as the depth of the night
When illumined it is,
Only by a sparkling moon
A moon sparkling so bright merely
Because it has closed its eyes
Unable to hold its blushes
As I reveal to it,
My hidden secret, in the form
Of lines and lines of poetic verses!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as moving as an epic love song
A love song which, when played,
Is powerful and rhythmic enough
As to have you cry over it
As it would bring out in you
Those lost emotions which make of you
A human being, kind, humble and compassionate!
I hide in my heart,
A secret,
One so mystical,
That its meaning is found in religion
One so fateful,
That its meaning has been set by the Gods
One so wonderful,
That it shall be captured someday,
In a book titled
The Story of My Life!
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My flowers had not yet even bloomed,
But evil demons gaped at me,
Lust making their eyes sparkle
And saliva drooling from their lips,
Hungry,
For the shade that my garden
Could give to their scorching skin
Their thirst pushed me towards an abyss
Falling into which
I stopped living,
Existing as a mere puppet would,
Needing only my food and my sleep to sustain myself!
But the abyss loved me
To such an extent
That it rejected me back to the surface
And morphed into a man
With eyes so deep
That gazing into them while he cured me,
I felt like I was floating in the abyss itself!
Cured, I was taught to fly
And while flying,
The skies whispered to me
Of those same words that they had spoken to us
Eons ago, but, which evil demons would only
Care to pretend to laugh about, for,
Being what they are implies
Being protected, at all levels, physically and spiritually!
But the bells of time shall ring
The dues will have to be paid
Since I never wished for this experience with death,
I had been pushed into it!
And when those bells shall ring,
My poetry shall heal the world over,
And I shall swim in the cool waters of the abyss,
There where I felt like I was its ruling queen!
13th August 2022
For Contest This or That, Vol 13
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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