My friends have become strangers
And I’m surrounded by ennemies
But I’m free as the wind
No longer hurt by those who reproach me
RUMI
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Freedom
I fly free with the butterflies,
In the midday sun,
Leaving behind the darkness,
Of the night;
Words are my wings,
Poetry liberates my soul,
From the world’s shackles and lies.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit:Raj Swami
The First Leaf 🍁 of the Fall
Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf 🍁
From green ☘️to amber light,
From yellow to rusty veins;
Behold the game of life,
Like the autumn leaf 🍂
We have lived,
Knowing life is a gift 💝 of God,
Gracefully, we detach,
We take our leave,
Make way for new leaves 🍀🌿🍃🍀
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany
Speck of Pink
Your lips have not touched mine,
Your searing eyes mime,
What your heart cannot hold;
Should I seal with a kiss 😘
Receive your love or dismiss,
What my heart ❤️ cannot hold.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Ocean Vibrations
Thought for the Day
Few Lines for You
In silence I probe my heart
To write some lines for you
‘Ask the meadow!’ Says my heart
’Ask the flower!’ Says the meadow
‘Ask the lake!’ Says the flower
Lulled by quiet inspiration
These lines I write for you
Afloat on a lake of heavenly bliss
In the meadow of my heart
On a bed of scented flowers
Your memory lingers
As profound as the still waters
As vast as the meadow
As nostalgic as the perfume of wild blooms
If I were to forget you
I would forget the meadow, the flower, the lake
I would forget my poetry
Anita Bacha
In the rain
The torrential rain continues to make the sea rise,
My body lying on the beach stirs up the winter,
The wounds are left open;
A cold breeze envelops my inert body,
Despite the rain and the cold, my heart is in flames.
Illustration/photography/Anita Bacha
