Intoxicated with the elixir of love, My head spins with the fiery beats of the tropical drums, As my body swirls and whirls with the rhythmic vibes; The burning sand scorching the sole of my feet, And I dance and I dance in ecstasy! Imbued with passion, my heart flies high above, Like a shooting star in broad day light, Falls back in the blue lagoon with candid delight And I dance and I dance in ecstasy! Shrouded in a mist of mirage, In the horizon I see your image. In frantic folly I run to tenderly hold you… The mystic drums stop me, The enchanting melody beckons me, Lifts me up and invigorates me, Fills my soul with bursting fantasy And I dance and I dance in ecstasy! -Anita Bacha- Excerpt from my poetry book #SoulPoetry (2015)
Your name I’ve painted, In henna on my palm; As days and night spent, Your name is a blessed psalm; Your name I’ve tattooed, In ink on my heart too; Time and tide may pass, Your name will forever last. Anita Bacha
Take me with you, To a land where white flowers, Bloom in the night, Where moths freely die in the light, As I bloom and I die in your favors, Take me with you, Keep me close to you, As the scent of white flowers, Invigorates the breath of lovers, And I write with the ink of your eyes, These petals of poetry, Chaste as white flowers in the night. Anita Bacha
May this waiting draw to a close, my love! That very soon we are united at last, In a mad and passionate hug; My heart shall beat with your heart, Away our tears shall flow in abundant joy, Shall wet our parched lips of the grief, Of the pain of thirsting desires; That blessed under a starry night sky, Your breath shall melt with my breath, My eyes bathe in the clear pond of your gaze; Swept into the furrows of time and space, We forget the world, the universe, the Creator himself, We forget the intense longing, We forget the slow suffering, That shall exist for us only our guiltless love! Anita Bacha
The Socks In coils like two cotton balls Coated with dust From under my bed A brush stroke brought out the socks! Forgotten Abandoned Consciously or unconsciously The socks you left behind Sad, blue Filled with bitterness The stare blank The socks I caught in my trembling hands Gave me a lump in my throat The socks recalled your being there Curled against me in my bed It was not a dream! The socks made me a little scared Fear the idea that you will never come back To warm my bed To cover me with delicious cuddles The socks made me chuckle too Giggle at the idea that I had never seen such large feet Such big toes, teasingly tickling my feet The socks revived in me the great happiness These senseless moments When we both laughed like kids Happy to be together Pleased that we had met Pleased that we were in love!
Happy Mother’s Day! Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who left this world at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.
THE APPLE OF MY EYE
She was walking on the beach A long skirt hiding her knees Dotted with tiny blue florets A white linen blouse flattened her bosom Prude, She never wore a bathing suit
Immaculate as the sunset Pretty as a picture Mysterious as the sea Smiling to herself Poetic, in love, sweet, A dreamer She fell in love only once People said The blessed day was her wedding day
A long trail of foot steps She left Printed in the moist sand In joyous innocence Behind her I walked Placing my steps One by one in her wake She was the apple of my eye! She was my mother! Anita Bacha
Listen to the lament of the forlorn sea, She is calling your name! Listen to the rhythm of her beating waves, She is calling your name! Listen to the sea, Listen to her beseeching vow, She is missing you! She misses your body, Floating frivolously like seaweed, Dancing and curving her waves, She misses your smell, Deliciously and fondly fading with hers, She wants to tenderly hold you, And, never let you go, Engulf you in the nudity of her waves, Deep into the profundity of her bewitching charm, Rocking you once again in her arms