Spring early bloom
A bumblebee devours
The sweet honey
Anita Bacha

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Spring early bloom
A bumblebee devours
The sweet honey
Anita Bacha
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In a clear moonlight
The first peach blossom
Amidst marshmallows
Anita Bacha
A ku inspired by Mark S’ Naturalist Weekly Micro Season prompt “ The First Peach Blossoms (2023)”
Micro-Season: “The First Peach Blossoms” (2023)naturalistweekly.com
Once there was a little boy who lived with his poor, widowed mother in a far away village.
His name was Hari. During school holidays he had no friend with whom to play. His mother was a loving woman and played with him when she was not busy with her household chores. One day, however, she fell ill and Hari became very lonely. His mother consoled him and told him to go out and play with Krishna.
‘Who is Krishna?’ Hari asked his mother.
‘Krishna is the friend of all!’
Hari rushed out eagerly calling ‘Krishna! Krishna!’
‘Hello!’ said a cow herd boy coming from behind a tree ‘why are you calling my name?’
“Let’s play!’ Hari uttered with joy.
They played together during the school holidays.
Back to school, Hari told the school master about his new friend, Krishna. The school master listened to his story but did not believe a word of it.
Soon it was the birthday of the school master. Hari became very sad; he had no money to buy him a birthday present. His mother then reminded him of his friend Krishna.
‘Go and talk to your friend Krishna’ she told Hari, ‘he will surely help you!’
Hari did as he was told and Krishna gave him a pot of butter milk.
‘Here! This is a birthday present for your school master!’
Unfortunately, the school master was not happy with the present. He scorned at it and asked his servant to throw the milk curd away. The servant complied but amazingly, the pot was filled with milk curd again. After several attempts to empty the pot, he ran to the school master to tell him about the incredible happening.
‘What!’ the school master exclaimed ‘it must be a magic pot!’ He immediately summoned Hari and asked him about the source of the pot.
When Hari replied that his friend Krishna gave it to him, the school master asked him to take him to Krishna immediately.
‘I want to see your friend!’ he exclaimed.
The school master followed Hari to the place where he met Krishna. At the top of his voice, Hari called for his friend but Krishna did not appear. Then from behind a tree, they heard another voice:
‘Why are you calling me Hari ?’
Hari recognized the voice of his friend Krishna. He replied:
‘My school master wants to see you.’
‘The school master cannot see me, Hari because no one can see me unless he believes in me!’ said the voice gently but firmly.
The school master was bowled over. He returned to the school with his tail between his legs.
Anita Bacha
This short story is about faith and belief, my dear friends. I first heard it when I was a kid and,from my mom, a great devotee of the Indian God Lord Krishna. As a matter of fact, HARI is another name of Lord KRISHNA but my mom was very smart at story telling. Only later in life I found out her ingenuity in teaching me the use of words.
Anita Bacha
Fresh morning dew drops
On the twigs of the plum tree
The first buds of Spring
Anita Bacha
A haiku inspired by the micro season words ‘ plants show their first buds’ of Mark’s Naturalist Weekly.See original post –
https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/03/03/micro-season-plants-show-their-first-buds-2023/
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wisp of morning haze
straggling through the sleeping tree
soft buds of Spring wake
A haiku inspired by Mark S’ Naturalist Weekly prompt word ‘haze’.
https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/02/24/micro-season-haze-first-covers-the-sky-2023/
vanilla moonlight
a swan drifting all night
with blooms on the lake
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends
snowing the whole night
vanilla ice cream landscape
in morning twilight
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends
Thank you for your visit
Bright morning sunlight
Awakens in a shudder
Sleeping butterfly
Anita Bacha
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In the full moon night
A wilting poppy reflects
A cute butterfly
Anita Bacha
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snow powder sprinkling
on autumn brown leaves
winter tea cookies
~ anita bacha ~
a desperate tree
in night’s torrential rain
dripping old leaves fall
~ anita bacha ~
Good morning, my dear friends.
Mauritius is living the worst torrential rains and flooding after a long time, so dear ones stay home, stay safe.
Love you
Anita Bacha
Echo of cuckoo’s song
In the deep stardust valleys
Electric colors
Dawn breaks fawning reverence
Sunset’s docile somnolence
Anita Bacha
Love is a flower,
Devotion is the purest,
The noblest variety.
– Anita Bacha –
sorting out the blooms
some to be kept for garlands
some to throw away
~ anita bacha ~
Good afternoon my dear friends.
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Of your tree so mighty,
I am a leaf so green and tiny;
Neither an apple nor a fig,
I hold on to a twig;
In winter I shiver and I freeze,
In summer I sway in the breeze;
Drenched in torrential rain,
I cry in grief and in pain;
Scalded in the burning sun,
I shrivel and I shun;
A creeper I long to mime,
My arms enlacing you;
Heavenly heights to climb,
My soul enrobing you.
~ Anita Bacha ~
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You will find the above and many such poems in my book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge in 2015 , distributed worldwide by Amazon & Barnes and Noble.
hot tropic sun
the palm tree lies
flat on shore line
~ anita bacha ~
Good evening, my dear friends!
Happy Thursday!
Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf
From green to amber light,
From yellow to rusty veins;
Behold the game of life,
Like the autumn leaf
We have lived,
Gracefully, we detach,
Knowing life is a gift of God,
We take our leave,
Make way for new leaves
Anita Bacha.
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany
Good morning my dear friends
Thank you for viewing and reading .
gliding over
shallow water
little egret
~ anita bacha ~
That poem was inspired by the photo of a little egret posted by the amazing photographer Michael Sammut
Birds Photo Click 156: Little Egret.lifeexperiencesandadventures.wordpress.com
Happy evening my dear friends!
Anita Bacha
sweet white peonies
your scent on my pillows
nights without days
~ anita bacha ~
Good afternoon, my dear friends
Thank you for dropping in
Anita Bacha
On the quay of farewell
In a covetous embrace
You gave me your heart
On the quay of farewell
You wiped my tears with your lips
You offered me your eyes
On the quay of farewell
You spoke to me about your suffering
You wanted my mouth to feel your fading breath
On the quay of farewell
You wanted me to remember your desires
Your thirst and your hunger insatiate
On the quay of farewell
You fumbled for the tenderness and sweetness that are in me
That you will never find in another
On the quay of farewell
You hugged me tight in your arms
You wanted to keep me forever
On the quay of farewell
Heavy as a winter coat
The separation bent you into two
And you shouted my name
Anita Bacha
Thank you for viewing and reading my dear friends
Happy evening
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anchored for the night
in the lee of an island
two amorous souls
Anita Bacha
Inspired by the magnificent Nippon Maru cruise anchored at the Christian Decotter Cruise Terminal, Mauritius,I penned down the above senryu ( short form Japanese poem) .
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anchored for the night
in the lee of an island
two amorous souls
Anita Bacha
Inspired by the magnificent Nippon Maru cruise anchored at the Christian Decotter Cruise Terminal, Mauritius,I penned down the above senryu ( short form Japanese poem) .
Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends.
Opalescent beads
Last night showers on her folds
Yellow hibiscus
~ Anita Bacha ~
Good afternoon my dear friends
Thank you for reading
Flowers in full bloom
Summer’s kinetic beauty
Early morning dews
Anita Bacha
Artwork cc. Mitchell Philip.2022.
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Happy afternoon !
Afternoon drizzle
Drops of rain from the tree leaves
Slake the thirsty rose
Anita Bacha
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Above haiku poem is an excerpt from Pink Moon – An Anthology of Haiku Poems, my debut haiku collection (2022).
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Under the showering rain,
Shaken by the swells of the gale,
A sweet, pastel pink, begonia,
A petite, elusive begonia,
Beckons my heart in pain;
A flood of love carries me away,
Drifting me tenderly at bay.
Anita Bacha
Begonia is a short poem from my poetry book‘INK – Echo of life and love’. Published by the biggest publishing house ‘Éditions de L’Ocean Indien’ of Mauritius in 2019.
Sadly, that book is available for purchase solely on the local market. On the other hand and, happily I have a big audience in my birth country. I am loved by the beautiful people of Mauritius and my work is applauded by many.
Anita Bacha
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Happy Evening
The sea pulls its waves
Molten colors on pebbles
Such a lovely dusk
Birds fly far away
Leaving a quill on the shore
A poem starts here
Anita Bacha
Good morning my dear friends.
Happy start of the week
If I were a flower
If I were a flower for the joy of being a flower
A leaf for being a leaf
If I were a stem
If I were a leaf and a stem to dress up a flower
If I were a flower that you will place on your heart
If I were all sleek and purple petals
Petals to cover the nudity of a flower
If I were a flower that you will place on your heart
If I were the eyelids for the delight of being the eyelids
The lashes for being the lashes
If I were the eyes
If I were the eyelids and the lashes to cover your eyes
If I were a tear
A tear running down a cheek
A tear that loses itself in the lips
If I were the lips that caress a flower
If I were the lips and you were a flower…
Anita Bacha
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Dawn of a New Year
I see flowers opening
Heart of man blooming
Anita Bacha
Happy and Prosperous New Year to you and yours my dear friends and,readers.
I thank you from the core bottom of my heart for your support and encouragement throughout 2022.
With a wee bit of chance and, with your blessings, I will publish my new collection of haiku poems before Easter 2023.
Anita Bacha
Live like you’ll live forever
Love like you’ll die tomorrow
Anita Bacha
Happy New Year’s Eve to you and yours, my dear friends and readers.
Wetting rose petals
In spring time reprise beauty
Of waning blossom
Anita Bacha
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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
William Shakespeare
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Happy Thursday, my dear friends
Anita Bacha
Winter sakura
Tenderly wrapped in blue snow
A lingering scent
Anita Bacha
Photo source Flickr
Good morning my dear friends
Happy Wednesday
Many thanks to the editor, Kathleen Trocmet and to Scarlet Dragonfly Journal for selecting my haiku and for the feature in the December issue of their esteemed journal.
Drawn by her sweet scent
I stare with verve at a rose
On a hearth of leaves
Anita Bacha
Congratulations to the other featured poets.
In the sweet lingering darkness
My soul pines for the full moon
and, I behold your light
Anita Bacha
Above is a short poem from my poetry book Soul Poetry- Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes, my dear friends.
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Hail winter solstice
Sunlight breaks through grayish sky
Magical short day
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
Happy Winter Solstice
Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or , too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room – Nora Roberts
Good morning, my dear friends. Feeling Christmassy, I share my white Christmas tree with you.
Anita Bacha
Christmas time is to think of those who are alone at home and,to keep them in our prayers
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends
Happy Holidays
I tie my small boat
On the left of the jetty
I’m glad I am home
Anita Bacha
Photo clicked at Pointe D’Esny,Mauritius.
Good evening my dear friends
Thank you for your visit
I tie my small boat
On the left of the jetty
I’m glad I am home
Anita Bacha
Photo clicked at Pointe D’Esny,Mauritius.
Good evening my dear friends
Thank you for your visit
Intensely perfumed
Queen of Arabian nights
Silken petals rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Transiting at Dubai on my way home, a heavenly bouquet of damask roses in my hotel room knocked me off my feet. Crazy,I am bringing to you a redolence damask rose.
Anita Bacha
Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul
For this child nothing is impossible
Paulo Coelho
Author of The Alchemist
As a child I was fond of reading books.My papa offered me my first illustrated children’s book in French ‘Toto et Titi’ when I was three. I delved in the pages of my treasured book and I had a dream. I dreamt of my name on the front cover of the book.
I cherished the dream for a long time. Writing a book for children sounded like impossible… a poetry book for adults crossed my mind often. Yet I hold on to the dream of writing a book for all the children in the world.
This dream became true when many many years after, I wrote and published my debut children’s book, The Princess and the Crow.
Many of you may have read that book and many of you are aspiring authors.
Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul and make the impossible become possible NOW.
Anita Bacha
Thank you for reading my dear friends.
Happy Holidays
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Raindrops and roses
Bouquet of eau de cologne
On a winter day
Anita Bacha
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Happy Saturday
First snow without you
Whiteout burns my eyes
People make me cry
Anita Bacha
#photo credit IIyana Stoyanova #prompt #firstsnow British Haiku Society.
Let me hold your hand
Severe blizzard is blowing
Let me take you home
Anita Bacha
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Happy Holidays
Golden aurora
Striving against the sunlight
Pompous sunflower
Anita Bacha
A haiku inspired by Goff James’ poem ‘robed in pompous words
https://goffjamesart.files.wordpress.com/2022/12/robed-in-pompous-words.jpg?w=576
Black crow high in sky
Entreats the arcane cosmos
For a rosy flight
Anita Bacha
Photo source my own clicked at Panaji ,Dona Paula,Goa.
Thank you for traveling with me,my dear friends.
Frozen rose garden
Silent miles of snow whitens
Days without evenings
Anita Bacha
Decades ago, a young woman arrived in England to pursue academic and professional studies. She came from a tropical island in the Indian Ocean where the sun shines all through the two tropical seasons, summer and winter.
A white cotton ball fell on the tip of her nose ,one December morning while she hurried to Earl’s Court tube station on her way to Lincoln’s Inn at Chancery Lane.
That first ball was followed by uncontrollable number of snow flakes. She cried with joy!That young woman was me.
It was the first time I saw snow in my life!
Now I enjoy writing about snow and winter.
I hope you enjoy my winter haiku, my dear friends.
Happy Holidays!
Anita Bacha
Morning frozen sun
Winter cherry blossom trees
Wrapped up in snow coats.
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends!
Thank you so much for viewing and reading.
Look at me and hear me
Because I’m here just for that
I am your moon
And your moonlight too
I am your flower garden
And your water too
I have come all this way
Eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
O Sweet Bitterness!
I will soothe and heal you
I will bring you roses
I too have been covered with thorns
Rumi
Last Spring Reprise
Cherry Blossoms Ornate
Moonlit sky
image source internet; haiku cc Anita Bacha 2023
Good morning, my dear friends and readers. Thank you for your visit.
Anita Bacha
Tailspin autumn wind,Dry leaves crush under my boots,Spring is far away,Olive trees in full blossom,Pedicured feet in flip flops. Artwork Olive Trees…
Olive Trees – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha
Stormy raindrops fall
Melting ice on my window
Dropping into Spring
Anita Bacha
A ku inspired by the seasonal reference, kigo , ice melting, in Mark’s Naturalist Weekly
https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/02/17/micro-season-fish-rise-from-the-ice-2023/
Silvery moonlight
In the silence of the night
Two lovers weave dreams
Harbour verdant still
Sail boats lapping weary sleep
Rice bowls candle lit
— Anita Bacha, Mauritius / Goff James, UK
https://scarletdragonflyjournal.wordpress.com/2023/02/14/silvery-moonlight/
My heartfelt gratitude to Editor Kathleen Trocmet for featuring our collaborative haiku in Scarlet Dragonfly Issue of today 14 February 2023.
A big thank you to my dear friend, Goff as well.
Thank you for dropping in, my dear friends.
Happy Valentine’s Day to All!