Your book of poetry
Dried roses in the old chest
Legacy of love
Gone too early beloved
Yellow pages soaked with tears
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends

Your book of poetry
Dried roses in the old chest
Legacy of love
Gone too early beloved
Yellow pages soaked with tears
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
November showers
a steaming mug of milk tea
breakfast at the pub
friendly when it’s cold outside
there’s warmth and closeness inside
anita bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
Happy weekend
outside my window
leaves are drifting in the rain
sad, with no repair
Anita Bacha
Thank you for viewing, my dear friends.
layers of black clouds
rain presses down in needles
a distant fogbow
dawn’s white waves break on the shore
magic spell of a new day
anita bacha
Happy Tuesday, my dear friends. Thank you for your visit.
after the dark night
beaming with auspicious light
sun takes its revenge
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit,my dear friends.
Happy and auspicious start of the week.
God only knows,
She saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,
She saw your tears sashaying her window screen,
Or was it raining on a full moon night;
God only knows,
She was madly in love with the idea of you,
The scent of henna on her beloved’s hand,
Breathed the perfume of rose in the desert sand;
God only knows,
How far this traveler had run around the globe,
She saw your footprints in a puddle of water,
She saw your fingers running in her tangled hair,
Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves;
God only knows,
She was intoxicated by the words falling from your lips,
She let you feast on her riches and her body,
She let you steal her soul,
She lost herself in you and she came to be you;
God only knows,
She heard her beseeching voice in the haboob,
Or was it the cry of a lamb in the arid dunes,
God only knows.
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and readers, The Other Side of Paradise, is one of the poems that you will find in Part 2 of my poetry book INK, Echo of life and love (2019).
Hope you enjoy the before taste.
Happy reading
Anita Bacha
The rose has fallen,
On the stem, a bud opens,
A new phase of life,
On a bed of thorns, she thrives,
Bleeding words of innocence.
Anita Bacha
My love, I promise you my ink,
My heart bleeds of words I think,
Of impossible love and pain,
My tears flow incessantly as rain,
Eroded a painting of sea and sand,
Dreams of escape to a green island;
My love, I promise you my ink,
As long as my breath doesn’t sink,
Blood flows in my veins,
A song in my memory remains.
Anita Bacha
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Soudainement, sans avertissement,
Notre beau pays, Ile Maurice, est pris d’assaut,
Un ennemi mortel paraît, on n’est sait d’où,
Il s’attaque à nous,
Il est minuscule mais malin,
Il s’appelle Corona, il est là,
Invisible mais invincible,
Il ne choisit pas, voyons,
Noir, blanc, jaune, marron,
Homme, femme, jeune ou vieux,
Riche, pauvre, vaillant, peureux,
Il s’attaque à tous,
Confinement solitaire,
Couvre-feu sanitaire,
À la maison, pour se taire,
Un peuple uni sortira vainqueur.
Anita Bacha
Prattling of raindrops on the roof,
Rivaling beats of drums aloof,
Senseless stares in an empty space,
Trying hard to read your face,
No regret,no remorse,no shame,
For you it was just a game;
Breathless when I say goodbye,
Hiding from you my hurt,my cry,
She has come back, I cannot stay,
Love triangles are doomed anyway;
Babbling of voices in my head,
Competing with singings of the dead,
I hold my heart, I have to let you go,
Broken,I have nothing left save my ego.
Anita Bacha
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