ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

TO BE A WOMAN

I do wonder

At what does it require to be a woman

Yes

For, faced with the man

We, women, easily lose our steps

We even fall from our self built pedestals

And hardly get to remember

Who we are in the very end!

I do wonder

At what does it make a woman then!

Is the woman supposed to be so submissive

Or even so tolerant

Pray, should she always accept whatever the man tells us

To the extent of shouldering every blame

Yes, should she even forsake herself

To please the man?

The man, so full of himself

The man, so full of ego

Of charisma

Of rights

Of abilities

Of intelligence

Of savoir faire

The man, so totally superior

As compared to the woman!

Pray, what does it require to be a woman

Does it imply handing out to the man a helping hand

Does it imply showering on him endless amounts of love

Does it imply being his inner force

Completing him

While at the same time, needing him

To grow and blossom into a fresh, vibrant garden?

Or,

Does it simply require

Erasing herself and her personality

To tend to the evergreen forest that he is?

HEALED

I have dealt with storms

I have dealt with monsters

I have battled demons

I have even ended up maimed

In pieces, scattered around

Like a bunch of dandelions

Unable to reassemble myself into what I initially was!

But then, like a subtle carer

Existence itself healed me

By slowly and steadily pushing into me

The science of life and that of its mystery!

Yes, now, I relish being a dandelion

I get to enjoy being pulled by the winds

I get to laugh when they tickle my belly

And to gasp out for air

When they surprise me with poetic orgasms!

I have battled storms

And have emerged victorious

So much that dark clouds are scared of me

And have opened the way for me to see

The brighter side of existence

Pray, life is not to be fretted for

Life is not to be looted

Life is to treated as if it were a baby

Yes, life is to be cared for

While we do enjoy the pleasures that it gives us

And of course, while taking its miseries to be our sole duties!

THE FUTILITY OF LIFE

The futility of life fascinates me

Like a venomous spider

Around me, it has woven its web

To trap me

And soon, to consume me!

The futility of life fills up my whole breath

And I can only swallow my disgust in pain

So that I can gasp out to stay alive

But then, staying alive

Requires me to accept life

To follow its rules

To walk on its paths

To do as it deems

And to adjust to its tempo

When it remains, in the very end

Yet so futile!

Pray, I claim to be in love with my own essence

Essence given by the ruler of existence

Still, I can find no reason to enjoy life

When it remains the servant of Death!

Pray, I can do nothing about it though

Like an ant, I have to toil

Like water, I have to flow

Like flowers, I have to embellish

Like air, I have to be

So, pray

Even if life remains futile

Let me celebrate of it

Yes, let me be, even if also

A mere particle of futility!

ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius.  She is fluent in English even if her mother tongue is Creole.  She writes poetry and short stories as hobby.  She considers writing to be the meaning of her life as she has always been influenced by all the great writers and wishes to be, like them, immortalized in her words.  Her works can be read on poetrysoup.com and she had also appeared in various literary magazines like SETU, Different Truths, Dissident Voice, WISH Press, In between Hangovers Press, Your One Phone Call press.  She has also been published in Duane’s Poetree and also in an anthology for the Immagine and Poesia group.  Her poems are often placed in free online contests.