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Anoucheka Sweety Gangabissoon When faced with monstersThe inner universe in meOpens up its portalsAnd plays for meEthereal soundsEngulfing me in wavesSo huge, so rogueThat my soul gets immersedIn a world where there existsOnly me and my GodEngaged in endless games of love! When I am faced with monsters,The skies refuse to turn dark,Rather, they sparkleContinue reading “Faced with monsters”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon My God plays with meTeasing my mind,Making my heartbeats rushAnd having me throw tantrumsAs would a child! My God plays with meHe brings on my way entitiesReady to slay my love for himAnd enjoys watching me fight them off! My God dances in the expanse of existenceAnd reminds me yet again That I amContinue reading “The Games of My God”

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib Born with the same cries, My brothers and sisters ask, “Mother I am your child,” Similar to this query of mine, My brothers and sisters ask, “Mother I am your child,” “But why do you let me cry, This time I asked, “Some nights I smile,” “Bliss over the clouds,” “While someContinue reading “Enigma”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon I trust the good in Man,The ability of his to chooseThe path laden with white rosesRather than the one loaded with shadows I trust the sparkles in his eyesWhen he smiles whole heartedlyRegardless of whether his wrinkles get accentuatedOr whether he stands as the one who lost I trust the good in ManTheContinue reading “Trust”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Peace is mischievous, like a childIt keeps playing hide and seekWith us all, since it knows thatWe are blinded and can see only up tillThe tips of our noses! Peace taunts usPushes us up beyond our limitsAnd seeks to break usOnly to test our faith to it Peace, though, is not to beContinue reading “Peace is alive!”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon A hesitant smile paints itself upon my faceThe night, from my window,Seemed so scary whilst being so warm at the same time! Looking at it, shadowy, silent, dark, weighing downWaves surge up in my inner selfProbing me to question my choicesTo wonder at the futureAnd to shudder at the idea thatI may beContinue reading “In the silent night”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Has the clock moved so fastThat the sceneries of my countryNo longer resemble the teachings imparted to meThereby laying emphasis on the need for respectFor one and all? Stepping out of the house used to be floweryAs the streets were laden with brothers and sistersHaving smiles carved out on their facesSo much thatContinue reading “Motherland Bliss”

Pushmaotee Subrun Since girlhood, triumph over triumph,Petty victories over siblings kept me afloat with oomph.Came schooling, with much success,Making me cherish my cargo of happiness. I tried with might and main, my joys to harness,Strongly to tether the triumphant moments,Deeply in the inner core of my existence.Seen it tempest tossed a hundred times,Shaken, challenged, bruised,Mocked,Continue reading “Triumph”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Swivelling humans carrying on their shouldersDebtsOwe money to banks,To credit organisations,To their relativesOwing so much, yet, unableTo walk on, free and carefreeAs this world is made so;It is itself enslaved to a routineThat binds it to rotate upon itselfAnd hence, humans dance alongTo its tunes,Believing themselves to be happyWhilst being chained! Swivelling humans,Continue reading “Indebted”

Anoucheka Gangabissoon Notre monde est maladeAlors que j’observe le tumulte de ma fenêtre,Je me sens comme un nuage sombre,Maussade et déprimée,Prête à faire le saut versLes vignes de raisins rouges,Où je prendrai le tempsD’en savourer la douceur,Afin d’oublier ce qui meurtrit mon cœur. Notre monde est maladeEt seules les chansons d’amour peuvent apaiser ma mélancolie.ÊtreContinue reading “La mélancolie”