Across the miles, their thoughts leap,
In fields of wild flowers and bees.
She dances under a golden sun,
He chases the waves till the day is done.
No miles can dim their playful spark,
They share their light across the dark.
Though far apart, their hearts agree,
To frolic wild and free.
A bend in the road
To admire Florence’s landscape
I slow down my car
Thanks for your visit, dear friends
Anita Bacha.
You will never find another love like mine,
The flitting butterfly has an eye for the frail beauty of flowers,
Hovering snootily contemplating his kill;
The flowers are not insensate to the beauty of the ladylove,
Enriched in voluptuous colors,
Perfumed with the choicest fragrances,
They flaunt their bewitching loveliness,
In the offing, to drug him in a deep drowsiness;
Confused in the variety of choices,
The beau flutters his wings,
Heaves a sigh!
I love you all, my ravishing dames! he cries;
Swelling buds ready to break their lavish folds,
Waning roses ready to die,
Dancing, flirting frivolously,
Under the blueness of the summer sky
You will never find another love like mine
Anita Bacha
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This morning I look
At my face in the mirror
I see the wrinkles
Like clarity of pure water
The beauty of growing old
Anita Bacha
I didn’t choose poetry, poetry chose me.
Anita Bacha.
I started to write poetry at the age of eleven and I have continued to do so for decades till today, having survived both breast cancer and the pandemic.
A few years ago, aging and a gradual and sudden worsening of my physiological condition hit me very hard. I thought I would give up poetry and writing altogether and seek refuge in gardening.
Poetry called me. I attended the Jaipur Literary Festival 2025 with my son Toshu . He followed me out of love.
I realized how a fortunate mother I was when I slipped and fell under the shower and Toshu rushed to my rescue. Diagnosed with severe injuries in the right shoulder, I spent the rest of my stay in Jaipur in a hotel room bed with a quill and with the passion of my life, my poetry.
Many thanks for spending some of your precious time with me, dear friends and readers.
Anita
riot police fires
the demonstrators disperse –
a child left behind
smoke and silence on the streets
nobody hears him crying
Anita Bacha
Dear All,
Above is an imaginative and fictional tanka poem written to the challenge prompt ‘police ‘of Tanka Thursday Prompts in X
Thank you for viewing and reading.
Anita Bacha
blowing in the wind
a flow of written words –
like tropical leaves
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and poetry lovers
I’m glad to share with you the feature and promotion of my work by Jocelyn Kay, editor and curator of Edge of Humanity Magazine in their New Year 2025 first issue
Thanks for dropping in
Happy reading
Anita Bacha
Through the prism of time
We journey around the world
For the home within
Anita Bacha
Happy Tuesday, dear friends
Gusty blowing winds
Tree leaves swirl around
Fall in old graveyard
Drying under snow
Green sprouts in Spring tide
Above modern tanka is penned using the prompt word’ graveyard’ of Tanka Society of America
https://www.tankasocietyofamerica.org/
Thank you for reading!
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 