I am Beauty

I open to the Rose,
And find myself,
Deep within perfumed folds of pink,
Drunk with beauty!
I open to the song of the bird,
To hear the music of my soul,
Singing free!
I open to the sky,
And find myself floating,
Soft and loving as a cloud!
I open to beauty and I open to myself,
I embrace beauty and know it as myself,
I let it in,
And let it shine.
-Anita Bacha-

The Other Side of Paradise

God only knows,
I saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,
I saw your tears sashaying the window screen,
Or was it raining on a full moon night,
God only knows,
I am madly in love with the idea of you,
The scent of henna on my beloved’s hand,
Breathes the perfume of rose in the desert sand,
God only knows,
How far the traveler has run around the globe,
I saw your footprints in a puddle of water,
I saw your fingers running in my tangled hair,
Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves
God only knows.
Anita Bacha

Photo credit: Anita Bacha

Happy New Year 2020

One year has left,
Another has stepped in;
It all happened so suddenly,
In a blink of the eye;
Did I love you enough, my dear friend?
Did I say it often enough?
Time waits for none,
But love stands the test of time;
God has blessed me with this life
And,with you as my friend;
Trust in my love and friendship,
You are God’s gift to me,
You live in my heart,
I love you ❤️
I wish you plenty of everything that you desire in 2020
Happy New Year, my dear friend!

Anita Bacha

Green Beryls

If you have never looked deep inside the eyes of a child, do it now! There is much more than you can imagine… 🌞

GREEN BERYLS 

Two drops run down her cheeks;

In the space of one breath,

I caught the pearls,

Rolled them between my thumb

and index finger,

Smell them,

Guess their taste of honey melon,

“Why do they taste so sweet?”

“Don’t Know!”she replied peevishly.

“Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“I know “she said, wiping her tears.

“What’s the colour of your eyes?” looking deep inside her eyes,

“Saxon green!”

“Yes, indeed

and, I see the brilliance of the sun.”

“There are clouds too”she said

“Clouds make the rain,

then fall as tears!”

Anita Bacha

White Flowers in the Night

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

Invigorate 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.

Photo credit:Raj Swami.

Your Voice

The magic of your voice,
Irretrievably touches my soul,
Lifts our passion to zeniths untold.

The magic of your voice,

When I hear on the phone,

Fills my searing eyes with tears,

Drives away all my agony and fears;

Whatever the cruel distance,

However excruciating the absence,

The magic of your voice,

When I hear on the phone,

Brings a smile of hope on my face,

In my life,fullness and solace;

The magic of your voice,

When I hear on the phone,

Irretrievably touches my soul,

Lifts our passion to zeniths untold.

Anita Bacha