Reflections

Anita Bacha

 Devotional Singing

Be a Song!

I virtually rushed to Devotional Group Singing at the Sai Centre that Thursday. On my way, I found it hard to switch my mind from the application of article 42 of the Convention on The Rights of Children, which at work I had to consider in an adoption case, to the more stress-free devotional singing.

As everything happens according to the Sankalpa (the Will of the Lord), the main bhajan singers had not turned up. They are the singers who attend bhajan training and they lead the devotional songs at the Sai Centre. Others, mostly working women that included me, sing in chorus. The ‘Bhajan Convener’ and the musicians arrived; a list of devotional songs was hastily drawn and handed over to the Convener. He looked at the list.

He turned to me and asked me to sing a song as he knew that I sang…

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Happy Teddy Day

Anita Bacha

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…

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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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Honeysuckle

Anita Bacha

Pressed against his body,

His breath smouldering her neck,

She felt his flower growing,

Impatient,

Wanting,

Growing,

Then melting like sweet honey,

Wetting her wedding sari,

Leaving a broad stain,

And a sweet smell;

Souvenir of a first caress

In a hotel elevator .

Anita Bacha

Writer’s note: The honeysuckle is a sweet smelling flower that grows in bush in many parts of the world. The pink honeysuckle that we find in Japan is the symbol of the bond of love between husband and wife. It also symbolizes devotion, fidelity and generosity.

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THE CRYING SLIPPERS

Anita Bacha

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THE CRYING SLIPPERS

Disconsolate

My legs weak and trembling

I wake up at the break of dawn

The cigarette butts in the ashtray

The lingering stench of marijuana

Laced with the scent of Indian perfumed oil

My wits are missing you

My feet slid sloppily in the slippers

The bunny rabbits offered to you last Easter

I stifle a cry of joy

You have come back, I rejoice

Alas! No!

Forgotten

Left behind clumsily

In front of our wedding bed

The slippers are cold and wet

The slippers are crying

Howling your brutal departure

Bare footed

Your rush to catch the first boat

Away from me

Away from reality

The crying slippers add to my grief

 To the great void in my life

I cannot manage to fill

Void

Emptiness

My heart is in my flames

Put off the fire

Settle the scores

The crying slippers will join

Your razor…

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