Poems,prompts and stories to unwind
How to tell you,
What is sweeter than a drop of honey,
Sweeter than a grain of sugar,
Sweeter than the juice of a strawberry;
How to tell you,
Nothing is sweeter than your tongue,
Melting like ice in my mouth;
How to tell you,
What is a flower without a bumble bee,
Or a bumble bee without a flower,
Or me without you, or you without me.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Anita Bacha
Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,
My sweet sweetheart is here,
For the city, he left me asunder,
How I lived without him, I wonder;
Red florets I wore on our wedding night,
The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,
Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,
How I slept without him, do you know?
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Rajesh Swami
The flower doesn’t dream of the 🐝
It blossoms and the 🐝 comes
– Rumi
Quote of Rumi
Photo credit: Anita Bacha
These pictures were clicked by me last July at Borehamwood in England.
The A1 shooting group in Borehamwood is a family-run clay target shooting facility offering English Sporting, Olympic Trap and Helice.
Every summer, I visit the shooting ground with my family for the pleasure of holding a shotgun, and to enjoy a walk in the countryside.
I was happily surprised to find bumblebees in a bush on a sidewalk.
I stopped with my IPhone and caught some beautiful pictures of bumblebees romancing with flowers, undisturbed by the deafening sound of shooting. They were peaceful and happy, totally ignorant of the world around them.
The flowers, I observed, were not budding, new blooms or half blooms or full blossoms for that matter but withering flowers, some had lost…
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The flower doesn’t dream of the 🐝
It blossoms and the 🐝 comes
– Rumi
Quote of Rumi
Photo credit: Anita Bacha
These pictures were clicked by me last July at Borehamwood in England.
The A1 shooting group in Borehamwood is a family-run clay target shooting facility offering English Sporting, Olympic Trap and Helice.
Every summer, I visit the shooting ground with my family for the pleasure of holding a shotgun, and to enjoy a walk in the countryside.
I was happily surprised to find bumblebees in a bush on a sidewalk.
I stopped with my IPhone and caught some beautiful pictures of bumblebees romancing with flowers, undisturbed by the deafening sound of shooting. They were peaceful and happy, totally ignorant of the world around them.
The flowers, I observed, were not budding, new blooms or half blooms or full blossoms for that matter but withering flowers, some had lost their petals and others were dying.
Yet, see the magic of Nature, bumblebees were swarming around them, thirsting for their nectar.
Probably Nature wants to teach us a lesson, I thought, about women.
A woman, like a flower, never aged.
Education begins at home.
I was happy to learn that I sold the first copy of my children’s book,The Princess and the Crow,within few days it was put for sale on the online store Amazon.
The customer lives in Parlika, a village in Rajasthan, known as the birth place of Hindi poetry writers and shayari composers .
In the picture below, children are reading at home. Home is where education begins. When we teach our children to read and write, we open their eyes to the beautiful people and things in the whole world around them.
The second picture is that of the Noble Prize Winner of Literature in 1913, Rabindranath Tagore.
‘The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.’ Rabindranath Tagore
Anita Bacha
But words are things,
And a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew,
Upon a thought,
Produces that which makes,
Thousands ,perhaps millions,think.
Lord Byron
My poetry book INK Echo of life and love (2019) was publicly released, launched and unveiled on 10 April 2019 at the Hennessy Park Hotel in Mauritius.
INK is my second poetry book. It’s a fusion of classic and modern poems of all genres.
Ink is associated from time immemorial with the art of writing and calligraphy.
Words when spoken are ephemeral; words when written are eternal.
My work is divided in three parts.
The first part Power of Love consists of love poems that conveys to the reader the adage ‘at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.’ Irrespective of age,gender,color of skin, everybody falls in love.
Power of Words, the second part, is the expression of deep rooted feelings,emotions and sentiments in writing.
In the third part, Power of Delusion,the reader will find poems about impossible love,infatuation,deception,disloyalty and break ups.
My poems are daring, straightforward and thought provoking. I couldn’t write them if I were not sincere, if I did not believe in myself and in you!
I wrote them for poetry lovers and for you, my dear reader.
Anita Bacha
What is Poetry? #NationalPoetryMonth
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