Author: Anita Bacha

Creative and inspirational writer and poet, I lam also an addictive reader of novels, poetry and children story books. I am the author of Soul Poetry a book of inspirational poems, verses and quotes (2015) The Maker of Miracles (2006) and My Journey with God (2008) are narrations about my journey with my spiritual guru. My new poetry book INK Echo of life and love published by Éditions de L’Ocean Indien earlier this year (2019) in Mauritius, my birth country is a collection of love poems extolling the feelings and desires of women. The Princess and the Crow is my first story book for children ,released by Austin Macauley Publishers London in March 2019. I love to write. I guess my writing has a special cliché of island 🌴 life, natural,unpretentious and full of beauty.

The Night Train of Nagaur

One of my favorite poems written during the precious time spent in Rajasthan.

Anita Bacha

How to tell you,

What is more painful than a blast in the ear,

More painful than a suppressed tear,

More painful than the whistle of a train,I hear;

How to tell you,

Nothing is more painful than your leave,

Feigning that without you I can live;

How to tell you,

What is a beloved without the lover,

Or a lover without the beloved,

Or me without you, or you without me;

How to tell you,

What is the sky without a moon,

Or a moon without the sky,

Or me without you, or you without me.

Anita Bacha

Photo credit -Rajesh Swami

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GOA Revisited

Sun glows in blue sky,

Gold ripples dance on the sea –

Time to set the sail.

Young tourist poses,

Older man sips lemonade,

Generation gap.

Humble hatched roof hut,

Lies behind tourist hotel,

Fisherman’s sweet home.

Sun sets at seaside,

Colorful streaks brush the sky,

Footprints in wet sand.

Sleek evening ripples,

The sun embraces, lying down –

Romantic season!

Roses for all seasons

Pretty yellow rose,

Sunbathing in the courtyard,

Intruder fly bites!

Exquisite pink rose,

Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,

In the spring of life.

In the morning rain,

Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,

On a bed of thorns.

Frail rose bud petals,

Burn in blaze of dry season ,

Thirsting for rain drops.

Lush garden roses,

Half-blossom bends to her weight ,

Till the last fold falls!

Flowers

Just before night falls,

She closes her sleek petals-

Beauty for one day!

Hibiscus flower on the beach of Mauritius

Beautiful flower,

Devoid of sweet redolence-

Queen of the alleys!

Bees come for honey,

Flowers let down their petals,

On velvety leaves.

The fields speak to me,

Of the fragrance of flowers,

Busy honey bees.

Old water lily,

Shedding petals on the leaves,

Season comes and goes.

Water lily at Golden Palace, Beijing, China.

INK

Ink leaks from my pen,

Blotchy petals on paper –

I write poesy.

Anita Bacha.

( In the picture, my poetry book INK ! This book consists of 100 love poems and is available in my birth country, Mauritius. It is published by #Éditionsdeloceanindien , a newly- founded publishing house.)

The Butterfly 🦋

Anita Bacha

THE BUTTERFLY
I sit by my window,
I behold a magic butterfly!
A rainbow butterfly!
Gorgeous hues of red, blue, indigo,
Orange, green, heavenly mauve,
Immaculate yellow,
Fluttering loftily,
Flying stealthily,
Flirting with sweet flowers so lovely!
A discreet kiss on the lips of the white pansy,
A soft caress on the dahlia’s cheek,
A gentle stroke on the red nose of the poppy!
Hibiscus, violets,
Budding marigolds,
Chuckle and open their folds,
Engrossed by the magic butterfly!
A fragrant red rose,
Spreads her velvety petals,
Lingers and whimpers!
In the wilderness, disappears the magic butterfly!

Anita Bacha

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Hiroshima

My Hiroshima

White doves fly in the blue sky

Orleanders are blooming

Anita Bacha

Melodies

Morning has broken

Birds repeat their melodies

Time goes on and on

Anita Bacha

Video my own shot at Panaji,Dona Paula, Goa

Bouquet of Roses

Bouquet of roses

Dying in porcelain vase

Gross mediocrity

Anita Bacha

Dear readers, I have joined a group of ‘Haiku challenge ‘ on Twitter and today’s challenge is to write a haiku using the word ‘gross’. I love this challenge .Brainstorming, at times ,nerve racking it keeps me going .Hope you like this one . More are on the way.

True to His Word

True to his word,

He was there, in the park,

Waiting for her,

She halted, looked around,

His words echoed in her ears,

In the morning gentle zephyr,

‘I will be there!’

‘I will be there for you!’

He cried out,

Last time they met and parted;

Stoic, handsome and shy,

Greener against the blue sky,

He smiled under its vast parasol;

The sight of him warmed her heart;

They talked,

They had so much to say to each other;

Then they fell into a deep silence,

It was not love,

It was not happiness,

It was a soul connection.

Anita Bacha