Happy Birthday ♑️

I am a Capricorn;
I believe in hard work, achievement and success;I am idealistic, dynamic and go getting;I am ambitious and I know how to take my dreams further;For me ‘nothing succeeds like success ‘and ‘nothing venture, nothing gain’
In life and in love, I always go for the best;
I am loving and compassionate;I adore and cherish children; I love and respect my elders and old folks.
I love my friends and I will do anything to make them happy;
I firmly advocate for ‘only when I love myself, I am able to truly love others’;
I stand for liberty, peace and justice;
I claim loudly that only love makes the world go round;
The list of intrinsic worth is quite extensive so the arduous rock climber will pause here;
Defects I have a few but, too few to mention.
Happy Birthday to All Capricorns!Anita Bacha

A Christmas Gift 💝

When I was five, I was baffled to open a wrapped gift under the Christmas 🎄 🎅 had offered me,my first children’s book ‘Toto et Titi’. The black and white pictures were amazing. I started to dream of a color picture book and a story about little girls, birds, flowers and fruits. I entertained a thought about a witch too! In those days, when we were a British colony, often there was no electricity in the night and children slept in their mother’s lap,listening to stories of beautiful princesses and ugly witches. No wonder, now a mother and a grandmother too, I have written a story book for children, illustrated with pretty, color pictures. The Princess and the Crow will make the perfect Christmas gift for a child if you, my friend and reader, is looking for a lovely book to offer this Christmas 🎄 Published by Austin Macauley Publishers London earlier this year, the book is available for purchase worldwide on Amazon.


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