Poetic Delicacies from Mauritius

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

The slope is tiring
I have been diligently struggling
The top of the mountain is called bliss
My eyes scotched to it
I keep trying to reach its peace
Yet, I could not anticipate myself
Breaking into pieces, tearing myself up
From the depths of my heart
Wanting to keep focused on the summit
Yet, wanting to be touched by the magical fireflies once again
Wanting solely the intoxication and the play of emotions
As they invade my mind, writing poetry on the walls of my sanctuary
And creating ripples in my sleeping pond
Breaking up from the inside
Swallowing myself up from within
Drowning in my own starry sparkles
Seeking only a moment to explain
To receive and to hold on tightly to forgiveness
As a fully bloomed flower,
Fragranced and shining so bright that simply by gazing at it
The whole world would be dazzled!

A primary school educator with the craft of writing as hobby.

Pushmaotee Subrun

I just realised I am growing old,

While writing on the topic GROWING OLD,

Now, now, it struck me, believe me!

So far still cheerful, bless me,

More confident than ever on my inner beauty,

With ability and gratitude to see beauty,

To gaze lovingly on the crimson colours,

Be it sunset or sunrise in dazzling colours,

Nay, the rainbows’ shimmering arc of light,

Setting my heart aflame with delight,

And making me wish I had Wordsworth’s or Keats’

Finesse to write, giving my old heart a passionate beat.

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Shall I believe then that growing old is a fallacy,

A privilege denied to so many?

This precious time available now to read, to write poesy,

To reflect, to love, offering thanks to the Lord Almighty,

Going on holidays, adventurously,

Visiting my dream places, admiring

The beauty of this universe so alluring,

So very ravishing!

A miserable life it would have been,

Leaving so much enchanting beauty unseen,

Always toiling and moiling,

Whining and ultimately dying!

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It’s fine, I am growing old physically

But active mentally,

With some intellectual awareness,

Seeing the drama of life all pointless.

Why then, let me welcome wrinkles,

With mirth and laugher meet all the freckles

Showering love and empathy,

On those, for love and care hungry!

Yes, the hunger for bread is not so scary,

As the hunger for love that can be dreary!

If my old frame can still fill me

With compassion, I feel simply lucky.

Pushmaotee Subrun studied in Delhi University, worked in Zimbabwe and Mauritius, and is currently an editor in the Ministry of Arts and Cultural Heritage. She is the author of: ‘Ella’, ‘Who is Your Best Friend?’, ‘Short Stories and Fables’, ‘A lyrical bouquet of Soulful Poems’ and ‘Dreams to Reality’. Very soon, her next anthology of Poetry will be published by Inkdew Publications. Her poems have featured in prestigious online magazines. She was selected by ‘Destiny Poets’ as Poet of the Year – ICOP Awards 2019. Her poems feature in several International Anthologies. Lately, she was honoured by Gujarat Sahitya Akademi. She was honoured with the prestigious title of Poet of the Year in 2022 by Inkdew Inkdew. She was among the most favourite 3 World Gogyoshi organized by the founder of world gogyoshi, Taro Aizu.

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Tender eyes gaze at me mischievously
Catching my breath as the sight of storms do
Swirling me in a private symphony:
A secret world made of roses, so blue

Love not consumed but growing in large bloom
Is sure to be carried to the next life
Love such as this never do bring in gloom
For adorned it is with seeds of pure faith

Tender eyes meet and clash in warm silence
If love is not consumed, it remains pure
And life becomes a poem in a trance
Lovers wait for the next life, with allure

For the good is rewarded all the time
The wheels of fate turn with a divine chime

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby.

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

Un miroir qui s’installe, Au bout de mon âme,

Son reflet très pale, Je réclame,

Est-ce vraiment mon âme, Pourquoi si pale,

Mon âme qui aime,

Mon âme qui aide,

Mon âme qui parle,

Pourquoi si pale,

Une larme de dieu, Venant des cieux,

Un message qui chante,

« Un reflet si pale, »

« Ou une croyance aussi pale, »

« Un manque de croyance en soi, »

« Une âme qui perçoit »

« Sa beauté, sa vérité et sa loyauté »

« Une belle âme »

« Une âme véritable, »

« Une âme loyale, »

« Ne demande ni son reflet, »

« Ne demande ni d’un miroir, »

« Elle ne suffit que d’y croire, »

« Elle ne suffit que de savoir, »

« Elle est une belle âme, »

« Elle est une vrai âme »

« Elle est son âme »

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

I might have won at this play,

I might have won at this game,

But at what stake,

I still wonder,

If you remember,

That name you once wished,

Along with your name

If you say,

That name you once desired,

Along with your name

I knew it would no longer last,

I knew I would no longer lose,

But always praise,

I knew I would no longer lose,

But at what stake,

I forever lost murmuring this name,

I forever lost this name,

I forever lost your name,

You forever lost my name,

But at what stake,

Do you still murmur,

That name you once wished,

Along with your name,

Do you still say,

That name you once wished,

Along with your name.

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

Celui qui est maître, Sait se reconnaitre,

A sa terre,

Il donne, Il écoute, Il respecte,

Il n’a pas faim, Il n’a pas froid, Il n’a pas peur,

Il n’y songe pas,

Sa terre lui a toujours compris,

Sa terre lui a toujours écouté,

Il sait aimer, en retour on lui a aimé,

Il perçoit le bien caché,

Et pardonne le mal réveillé,

Illusions ou vérités,

Il sait y croire car,

S’il peut rêver, il peut réaliser,

Sa terre lui a aimée, Sa terre l’aime

Avant même qu’il pouvait y songer,

Avant même qu’il pouvait aimer,

Il a su écouter,

Il a su pardonner,

En retour on lui a donné,

En retour on lui a aimé.

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.

Dovishka Muskaan Shaib

Up in the skies,

Were you in my heart ?

I always preach to talk to you,

How I Feel, How I See,

How I Love, How I Preach,

But I never asked you,

In the skies or in my heart,

How do you feel, how do you see,

The tears of your child from those,

That could not preach your words,

The pain of your child from those,

That could not understand your heart,

How do you see, how do you feel,

The wounds of your child from those,

Not loving your words, not loving your heart,

Tears those of your child,

Wounds those of your child,

Yet you cried more, yet you bled more,

In the skies or in my heart,

How do you feel ? How do you see ?

You have one life, be yourself, who knows that you being too much is the light of someone else.

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Anoucheka Gangabissoon

As I gaze out of my sanctuary,

I see life moving rhythmically

To the beats of existential flow!

Humans, blinded,

Can perceive not

The source of the light

From which they originated

They can only sense up 

Till the tips of their noses

And can only believe

What the human mind teaches them!

The piano tunes 

From the abode of God play on

Yet, they are dimmed by the din of evil

As it keeps handing out

Temptations of all sorts

Humans love evil

And by doing so,

They feed its might and make of it

Their ruler!

As for me,

I see the days getting darker

And the songs that play in my heart

Getting more sorrowful!

The union of my soul

With the unknown power of mysticism

Is getting closer

My heart thrills

But, the tears that fill my eyes

Burn my soul into a story 

That shall never get to be written!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator from Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby.

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

L’amour silencieux est dur

Dans ce monde, tout a besoin d’un son

Mais l’amour choisit d’être silencieux

Dans le silence,

Les cœurs parlent

Les âmes se déploient

Les océans fusionnent

Et les étoiles se créent

Dans le silence,

L’existence frémit

La passion gronde

Le désir se crée

Dans le silence,

L’amour revient

Blessé

Mais assoiffé de plus

Et plus

De ce que je peux lui offrir !

L’amour silencieux c’est la force intérieure

C’est une tempête remplie de prières

C’est une rivière de larmes

C’est un jardin de secrets

Le silence explosera

Et les nuages pleuvront