A Flower in My Hair

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

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INK Echo of life and love

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

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The Night Train of Nagaur

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

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How to tell you

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

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Happy Teddy Day

I close my eyes and I smile,

I think of my teddy by my side,

How chummy can we be,

Under the shower,

When we lather up each other playfully,

And,slurp the water running down our body;

On the bed,

When we touch every part of each other,

And,discover the joy of connubial intimacy;

Every thought of you,

The vegetable biryani we share,

The ride in the auto in the busy fair,

The transience of our meeting,

When you come home from the city,

The farewell,

When you leave to catch the night train,

The helpless look in your beautiful eyes,

A selfie, a promise to remain truthful,

No matter what, the lure,the pull;

My sweet hubby,

As I sit down to milk the cow in the shed,

I recall I am your Chocolaty milkmaid,

The girl from a faraway village,

In your book of fairies, a page;

Illiterate, I don’t know the word ‘Valentine ‘,

All I know, I am yours and you are mine.

Anita Bacha

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