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Autumn Symphony- A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha


Autumn symphony 

A soft breeze ruffles my hair 

Music’s in the air 

Viridescent leaves turn red 

One by one they are falling

Artwork Photography HIRAI MOTOKI, Transition.c. 2016.


Thank you for viewing and reading.

Anita Bacha

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Early Morning Dew – Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha

Early morning dew 

Condensing on single grass blade 

Garden gleams with grace 


Artwork photography Aaron Burden

A haiku poem inspired by Goff James Poem Autumn’s Fields Down Chilled

https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2022/09/09/poetry-haiku-autumns-fields-dawn-chilled-a-poem-by-goff-james/

Thank you for reading, my dear friends.

Happy Sunday.

Anita Bacha

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HAIKU by ANITA BACHA


Many thanks and heartfelt gratitude to Japan Society London for selecting my haiku poem as haiku of the week on 6 September 2022


Congratulations to all the other participants and find out more amazingly gorgeous haiku by clicking on the link below:

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner

A few more haiku to welcome the month of September. Hope you enjoy them,my dear friends and readers:

Perpetual eve

Sunflower tints thwart the shore

Sky drapes in saffron

The sea pulls its waves 

Molten colors on pebbles

 What  a lovely dusk 

Birds fly far away 

Leaving a quill on the shore 

A poem starts here

Mind blowing  landscape 

Arousing expanse fondness 

Ink flows from my heart

Haunting prance of waves 

A blaze of rites and colors 

Nibbana on earth

Thank you for viewing and reading

Anita Bacha

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HAIKU ON MAURITIUS – WORLD PREMIERE PIANO RECITAL by HIRAI MOTOKI

I was immensely honored and pleased to be the Special Guest of the Ambassador of Japan in Mauritius , H.E KAWAGUCHI Shuichiro at the WORLD PREMIERE PIANO RECITAL, HAIKU ON MAURITIUS (2022) inspired by Pink Moon by Anita Bacha by World Acclaimed Japanese Pianist and Composer, HIRAI MOTOKI at the Caudan Arts Centre,Mauritius on 31 August 2022.

I was also overwhelmed with joy that HIRAI MOTOKI drew his inspiration to compose the fabulous piece HAIKU ON MAURITIUS from my book PINK MOON-AN ANTHOLOGY OF HAIKU POEMS (2022) self published by Amazon.

Acclaimed worldwide for his imagination and sensitivity, London based Japanese composer/artist, HIRAI MOTOKI ,has appeared in over 100 countries across the globe, performing in prestigious venues including New York’s Carnegie Hall,Amsterdam’s Royal Concertgebouw, Vienna’s Konzerthaus and London’s Wigmore Hall.

The Guardian  – Hirai Motoki “a most brilliant and sensitive musical talent.”

The Piano Concert was a great success and included two Mauritius Premiere and exclusive solo recitals of J.SBach: Ardante Maestoso ,Mozart:Adagio. Schubert:By the Sea ,Schumann :Taumerel. Albéniz:Tango. Liszt:Maiden’s Wish,Chopin:Nocturne and Grieg: Wedding Day at Troidhaugen by Maestro Hirai Motoki

Maestro Hirai Motoki
A brief private meeting with Hirai Motoki at intermission, I posed for a photo with him, a signed copy of Pink Moon in his hands.

A memorable evening packed with mind blowing emotions for the audience and for me.

Anita Bacha

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Cool Moon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Beyond scalding heat,

Drifting in the lush blueness, 

A luscious cool moon;

Lying on the sandy beach,

Soft ripples caress my toes.

Anita Bacha

Happy reading my dear friends.

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The Other Side Of Paradise – A Love Poem by Anita Bacha


God only knows,

She saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,

She saw your tears sashaying her window screen,

Or was it raining on a full moon night;

God only knows,

She was madly in love with the idea of you,

The scent of  henna on her beloved’s hand,

Breathed the perfume of rose in the desert sand;

God only knows,

How far this traveler had run around the globe,

She saw your footprints in a puddle of water,

She saw your fingers running in her tangled hair,

Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves;

God only knows,

She was intoxicated by the words falling from your lips,

She let you feast on her riches and her body,

She let you steal her soul,

She lost herself in you and she came to be you;

God only knows,

She heard her beseeching voice in the haboob,

Or was it the cry of a lamb in the arid dunes,

God only knows.

Anita Bacha 

Dear friends and readers, The Other Side of Paradise, is one of the poems that you will find in Part 2 of my poetry book INK, Echo of life and love (2019).

Hope you enjoy the before taste.

Happy reading 

Anita Bacha

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Ode to Monsoon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha


On flooded rice fields,

The rhythm of the falling rain,

An ode to monsoon;

Children splash in soiled puddle,

Green frogs musically croak.

Good morning and happy Monday,my dear friends!

Happy Reading.

Anita Bacha

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The Sound of Waves – Haiku Poem by Anita Bacha

The sound of waves 

Crashing on the seashore 

A call for prayer 

Artwork Ogata Kōrin (c1658-1716)

Many thanks to the Japan Society London for selecting and including my above haiku in their website.

Congratulations to the other poets who shared their beautiful haiku.

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/?pg=haiku-corner#a

Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends.

Have a happy Thursday!

Anita Bacha

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Seasons Flow – Haibun by Anita Bacha

The cruel wind blows,

Cold feet in thick woolen socks,

We lit the fireplace.



A slice of sun glides,

Under closed window curtains,

A cockerel crows.



Breakfast at the farm,

Fried eggs, bacon, and baked beans,

Tea with fresh cow’s milk.



Poppies in the field,

Glossy red under the sun,

Dancing in the breeze.




Barefoot on the grass,

Along rows of wildflowers,

We run happily.



Cut fragrant lilacs,

We borrow our neighbor’s vase,

Living room looks cute.



In the back garden,

Cheerful songs on drying line,

Birds poop on washing.



Under the plum tree,

Drinking home-made lemonade,

We sit side by side.



The sun is going down,

Grey clouds gather in the sky,

Quickly we move in.



Snuggly in our bed,

In the darkness of the night,

We hear the rainfalls.











Good morning,dear friends.

Thank you for viewing and reading my haibun. Hope you enjoyed it.

Anita Bacha.

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A New Phase of Life – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

The rose has fallen,

On the stem, a bud opens,

A new phase of life,

On a bed of thorns, she thrives,

Bleeding words of innocence.

Anita Bacha

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Olive Trees – A Tanka Poem by 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 – Season Autumn Spring -André Claude Monet, 1884.

Dear friends and readers,
This is my first tanka poem. I hope that you enjoy it.
What is a tanka poem? One may ask.Is it similar to the haiku poem ?
A tanka or short poem originates in Japan just like the haiku poem.It is a free verse, 31 syllables poem written in five lines. The basic structure of the tanka is 5-7-5-7-7, whereas the haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 format.
Furthermore, the third line shifts from the imagery in the beginning lines to a reflective metaphor in the closing lines


Many more tanka poems to come for your eyes only.
Thank you for reading.

Anita Bacha.

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Tropical Hues – Haiku Poems by Anita Bacha

The call of the sea
Holds me spellbound as I surf
Up and down the waves

Sunrise golden blades

Slicing coconut tree leaves

Green peacock feathers

Photography attribution c Bernd Gisske

The call of the sea

Holds me spellbound as I surf

Up and down the waves

Photography attribution c Oceanvibration

Ethereal sunset

Evening wraps our desires

Nothing is amiss

My photography shot at Hibiscus Boutique Hotel Mauritius

From light to darkness

Stark and bereft of colors

Joyful tomorrow

My photography evening shot at Casita Mauritius

Rising sun at dawn

Awakening of the soul

A moment in time

My photography shot at Tombeau Bay Mauritius

Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends and readers.

Mauritius is a beautiful inland in the Indian Ocean. From morning to night, it brims with exquisite colors. Mark Twain said it all ‘Mauritius was made first and then heaven ; heaven was copied after Mauritius’.

Anita Bacha

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Summer Vibes – Haiku Poems by Anita Bacha

On the wings of dawn

Pretty sunflowers unfold

Summer morn kudos

Sunflowers at dawn

Intertwined fingers

Summer floral parasol

Ethereal moments

Blooming flowers in tropical island, Mauritius

In the summer heat
Butterfly sits on best loved
Garden cone flower

Orange Cone Flower

Tropical sunshine
Flit butterfly can’t resist
Kissing orange bloom

Butterfly and orange flower

In the summer heat
Blue wisteria blazing
Over garden wall

Blue Wisteria

Opalescent beads
Last night showers on her folds
Yellow hibiscus

Hibiscus flowers

Many more flowers and haikus to come, my dear friends and readers. Enjoy these for the moment, brought to you with love.

Anita Bacha

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SPRING HAIKU

Spring is the season we most look forward to in London specially after a rigid and cold winter.The budding of flowers is soothing.The air is full of promises as smiles flower on lifeless faces.Spring is my favorite season of the year, and yours too.

Spring here coincides with Sakura, the blooming of the cherry trees, in Japan. The transient yet lovely blossoms that appeal to the heart of every poet have greatly inspired me too . Enjoy!

I am sharing my haiku ‘The plum tree blossoms’ selected as haiku of the week by Japan Society London on 19/04/22 and two other included in their esteem website

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner

The first three haiku below-

The plum tree blossoms

In the neighbor’s unkempt garden

Spring embraces all

In the clear moonlight

Voluptuous pink bloom

Midst of marshmallows

Back from school

Afternoon milk tea

Jar of cookies

My granddaughter

Reaching for a rose

In the garden

My little girl’s

First spring marigold

Pulling wishes

Pretty white flowers

Orange tree blossoms

Scent of marmalade

Late tangerine sky

Between white apple blossoms

Eternal beauty

Cut fragrant lilacs

We borrow our neighbor’s vase

Sweet spring country home

Spring shimmering colors

Blend of orange and lemon

Cologne scent evening

Gorgeous spring flowers

Fragrant colorful homely

Last say of April

Spring field flowers

Sakura blossoms

Transient soft pinkish petals

Swirling in the breeze

Sakura

Hope you have enjoyed my Spring collection

Thank you for reading

Anita Bacha.

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Scarlet Dragonfly Journal- April Haiku

Aging is not stopping me from writing. My poetry journey continues as new wrinkles unfold on my face, my neck and my hands.

Along my journey I have come across the adorable editor of Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Kathleen Trocmet,on the internet. Inspired by her commendable work I started to submit my haiku poems to Scarlet Dragonfly Journal.

I thank her for selecting my haiku for the month of April 2022 issue.

Mom’s indoor garden

Musky fragrance fills the air

Winter narcissus

Anita Bacha

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The Song of the Cuckoo

a person should be honest in the first instance
no matter how harsh the truth is


Once, the mother of Mahatma Gandhi, Putlibai Gandhi was fasting and she let it be known that she would break the fast only when the she heard the song of the cuckoo.

She waited a long time but, alas, the cuckoo did not sing. Gandhi Ji was a small child then and he felt very sad that his mom would not take a morsel of food.


A brilliant idea crossed the mind of the adoring child. He rushed to the back garden and imitated the song of the cuckoo. He came back to the house, went up to his mom and said-
‘Maa, you can eat now; the cuckoo has sung!’


His mom unfortunately would not be fooled and she got very angry.
‘I am ashamed to have a son like you!’ she said.
’How can you speak such a lie? A lie is a sin!’ she added.


Gandhi Ji was heartbroken. He realized that his mother was extremely upset. He also understood that he had made a big mistake by lying to his mother. From that moment, he vowed that he would never tell a lie in his whole life. He never did.


Mother is, undoubtedly, our first and most important teacher. The bond of love between mother and child is sacred. It is the purity of this relationship that makes every lesson, that we learn from our mother, a lesson for life. We may forget what the school master teaches but, not what is taught by our mother.

Gandhi believed in honesty. Trying to conceal a lie may require a person to lie even more and this becomes a vicious circle. Therefore, a person should be honest in the first instant, no matter how harsh the truth is.

Image Jill Dinsmore
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PINK MOON

A Pink Moon rises
Plum tree blossoms like ink marks
In a poetry book

Hi friends, writers, and readers,

I am glad to share with you the publication of my new book, PINK MOON, an anthology of haiku poems.  I have made a random choice of 365  out of 700  three lines poems written over a space of two years, thinking fondly that you may wish to read one poem a day during the year.

 What prompted me to write the book? 

Haiku is traditionally a Japanese poem consisting of three short lines that do not rhyme.

The erudite consider haiku to be more than a style of poetry. It is a way of observing the physical world and seeing something beyond, more profound, close to the very nature of existence, and to an essential vision of life.

Traditional Japanese poetry consists of three lines that contain a kireji, or cutting word, 17 syllables on a 5,7,5 pattern, and a kigo, or seasonal reference.

Similar poems that do not adhere to these rules are generally classified as senryu.

Senryu is about the human heart and spirit, expressions of life, and love. It is similar to haiku except that haiku is mainly about nature.

I became enamored with haiku poetry in 2018. In that year, I was at the London Book Fair to exhibit my debut poetry book ‘Soul Poetry’. I surprisingly came across a work by the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho. I fell in love with his haiku poems at first glance. I saw magic, sound, and music in his words –

Early morning walk,

Tree leaves bristling,

A lovely sunrise

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan.

During his lifetime, Basho was recognized for his work in the collaborative hakai no renga form; today, after centuries of commentary, he is recognized as the greatest master of haiku.

It took me a long time to learn the art of writing haiku. It demands faith, meditation, focus, creativity, love of nature, and mastery of words. All these, coupled with awe at the beauty of existence, I have jotted down these writing prompts in the traditional form of haiku, observing as closely as I can the syllable count, three lines, and a seasonal reference.

I hope my readers appreciate my haiku poems. A globetrotter, I write them as I soar on my quill in the open sky.

Continue reading “PINK MOON”
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Confinement Florets

Mimosas blossom

Feature of the break of Spring

Light rain starts to fall

Mimosas Blossoms

Camellias in bloom

Sparrows sing a lovely song –

Buddha awakens

Camellias in bloom

Feeble butterfly

Struggles out of its cocoon –

Bloom opens its folds

Butterfly

Monday morning blues

I try to follow the ant –

I land on a rose

Rose

Sunflowers stand proud

Under the scorching midday sun –

Petals as soft as pain

Sunflowers

Written during second lockdown in Mauritius, these haiku florets and others to come, keep me sane and healthy.

Anita Bacha

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WAKASHIO the book

 WAKASHIO, A STORYBOOK FOR CHILDREN.

ABOUT THE STORY

MV WAKASHIO , a Japanese- owned bulk carrier ran aground on the coral reefs, off the coast of the tropical island Mauritius, on 25 July 2020.

Wakashio was empty of cargo but had an estimated 200 tons of diesel and 3,800 tons of heavy fuel oil on board.

Little by little, with the strength of the heavy waves, cracks arose in its hull. Fuel oil started to spill on the turquoise blue sea of the coastal district, Mahebourg. In no time, the oil spill reached its shores, destroying marine life, seaweeds, and corals.

The inhabitants ran to the rescue of the lagoon. They made floating booms with sugar cane straw to absorb the oil. In the meantime, foreign help was sought by the Government of Mauritius to block the catastrophic flood of oil from the hull of Wakashio to the sea.

On Assumption Day 2020, Wakashio broke into two. The authorities estimated that it would take decades to tow the two fragmented parts of the ship. Finally, the bow part of Wakashio was sunk in the deep ocean, far from Mauritius. It was also decided that the stern part of the ship that was stuck in the reefs would take decades to tow back. It remained as the remnant of a shipwreck in the lagoon, in the southeast of the green island.

MV WAKASHIO

The story here is told from the perspective of two Mauritian children, Angela and Oshin.

WAKASHIO the children’s book

INSPIRATION TO WRITE THE STORYBOOK.

Earlier this year, I started a campaign to urge young Mauritian children to read books. 

By coincidence, MV WAKASHIO met with a terrible accident at sea and it became the talk of the town in Mauritius and in the whole world. Social media wrote about the shipwreck and posted pictures of the sinking ship.

It dawned upon me to write the story of the Wakashio for children. I felt deep inside that it was a subject that will draw the attention of children, they will pick up the book and they will start to read.

Reading books and listening to stories stimulates the imagination of children.

As Albert Einstein has wisely said-

Imagination is more important than knowledge,

For knowledge is limited,

Whereas imagination embraces the whole world,

Stimulates progress, giving birth to evolution.

I strongly believe that children of all ages should read books and good books. In this age of electronic books, it is much better for parents to encourage a child to read traditional paper books, that he can carry and read every he goes – under a tree in the garden, on the lap of his mom… even where there is no electricity or an internet connection.

Reading books starts at home. First by a mother or a grandmother reading to a child, then by an elder brother or sister reading to a child and finally by a child  reading a book by himself.

Salman Rushdie, the world acclaimed bestseller author says –

When a child is born, there are two things that he requires – LOVE AND SAFETY;

The next thing the child says is –

TELL ME A STORY.

Undoubtedly stories are an important part of our adult life; without them life is boring. Most of all, children love stories as dearly as they love toys and games. 

My mother was an excellent storyteller. I vividly remember the story of Cinderella and Prince Charming  as concocted and told by her when I was a kid. I bemused at her facial expressions and her body movements. I traveled to fairyland, wonderland, to faraway places; I fought with dragons; I talked to birds, rats, rabbits, and other animals.

Mostly, I started to daydream of Prince Charming. Often I took a broom, bigger than myself and arduously swept the kitchen. All the time, I kept an eye on the big pumpkin that mom kept in a corner of the kitchen, wishing that it would explode and Prince Charming would jump out.

From listening to stories, and putting myself in the shoes of Cinderella, I very rapidly developed a fondness for books. From reading books, I gradually started to write stories.

WAKASHIO is my new storybook for children and my first book in French. Mauritian children are more familiar with the French language, oral and written; I have written this book primarily for them.

It is legitimate for writers to remember that children are the adults of tomorrow. They should be made aware of the important happenings of their country and the consequences of their acts from an early age. Wakashio is a tale that relates the story of the wreck of MV Wakashio in pure and simple prose, illustrated by amazing color pictures. 

Anita Bacha

Autumn Equinox- A Poem by Anita Bacha

Autumn equinox 

Summer rose bud of today 

Morrow fall petals

Happy Autumn Equinox, dear friends and readers.

Anita Bacha

Glossy Blossoms – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Transience of beauty,

Glossy blossoms writhe and fall,

In a matter of time;

Summer flows in my garden,

Perky buds open their folds.

Artwork Adrienne Stein c. Oxford Roses,2021.

Anita Bacha.

Good morning,my dear friends and readers.

Thank you for viewing and reading.

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