Hari, Krishna and the Magic Pot – Short Story by Anita Bacha


Once there was a little boy who lived with his poor, widowed mother in a far away village.

His name was Hari. During school holidays he had no friend with whom to play. His mother was a loving woman and played with him when she was not busy with her household chores. One day, however, she fell ill and Hari became very lonely. His mother consoled him and told him to go out and play with Krishna.

‘Who is Krishna?’ Hari asked his mother.

‘Krishna is the friend of all!’

Hari rushed out eagerly calling ‘Krishna! Krishna!’

‘Hello!’ said a cow herd boy coming from behind a tree ‘why are you calling my name?’

“Let’s play!’ Hari uttered with joy.

They played together during the school holidays.

Back to school, Hari told the school master about his new friend, Krishna. The school master listened to his story but did not believe a word of it.

Soon it was the birthday of the school master. Hari became very sad; he had no money to buy him a birthday present. His mother then reminded him of his friend Krishna.

‘Go and talk to your friend Krishna’ she told Hari, ‘he will surely help you!’

Hari did as he was told and Krishna gave him a pot of butter milk.

‘Here! This is a birthday present for your school master!’ 

Unfortunately, the school master was not happy with the present. He scorned at it and asked his servant to throw the milk curd away. The servant complied but amazingly, the pot was filled with milk curd again. After several attempts to empty the pot, he ran to the school master to tell him about the incredible happening.

‘What!’ the school master exclaimed ‘it must be a magic pot!’ He immediately summoned Hari and asked him about the source of the pot.

When Hari replied that his friend Krishna gave it to him, the school master asked him to take him to Krishna immediately.

‘I want to see your friend!’ he exclaimed.

 The school master followed Hari to the place where he met Krishna. At the top of his voice, Hari called for his friend but Krishna did not appear. Then from behind a tree, they heard another voice:

‘Why are you calling me Hari ?’

Hari recognized the voice of his friend Krishna. He replied:

‘My school master wants to see you.’

‘The school master cannot see me, Hari because no one can see me unless he believes in me!’ said the voice gently but firmly.

The school master was bowled over. He returned to the school with his tail between his legs.

Anita Bacha

This short story is about faith and belief, my dear friends. I first heard it when I was a kid and,from my mom, a great devotee of the Indian God Lord Krishna. As a matter of fact, HARI is another name of Lord KRISHNA but my mom was very smart at story telling. Only later in life I found out her ingenuity in teaching me the use of words.

Anita Bacha

Image source Pinterest, short story cc. Anita Bacha

Sleeping Butterfly – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha


Bright morning sunlight 

Awakens in a shudder 

Sleeping butterfly 

Anita Bacha 

Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.

Image source internet. Haïku cc Anita Bacha 2023.

If I were a flower- A Poem by Anita Bacha

If I were a flower 

If I were a flower for the joy of being a flower 

A leaf for being a leaf 

If I were a stem

If I were a leaf and a stem to dress up a flower 

If I were a flower that you will place on your heart 

If I were all sleek and purple petals 

Petals to cover the nudity of a flower 

If I were a flower that you will place on your heart 

If I were the eyelids for the delight of being the eyelids 

The lashes for being the lashes 

If I were the eyes 

If I were the eyelids and the lashes to cover your eyes 

If I were a tear

A tear running down a cheek 

A tear that loses itself in the lips 

If I were the lips that caress a flower 

If I were the lips and you were a flower…

Anita Bacha

Thank you for reading, my dear friends.

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Image source internet. Poem cc Anita Bacha.2023.

Your Light – Short Poem by Anita Bacha

In the sweet lingering darkness 

My soul pines for the full moon 

and, I behold your light 

Anita Bacha

 Above is a short poem from my poetry book Soul Poetry- Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes, my dear friends.

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Image source internet Short poem cc Anita Bacha,2022.

Blue Orchids in Bloom – A Haiku by Anita Bacha

Walking down the street,

A rare beauty holds my breath –

Blue orchids in bloom.

Anita Bacha

Photo my own clicked at Santa Paulo, Goa 

Why haiku, my dear friends and readers?

Traditional and structured, this short form of Japanese poetry is well-known for its rule of 5/7/5: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five again in the third. Haikus are known for their ability to paint a vivid picture in just a few words. A practice of artistic discipline, their minimal nature forces writers to pare down to only the essentials—making each word, or even syllable, count. 

“The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō

An old silent pond

A frog jumps into the pond—

Splash! Silence again.

Thank you for your visit, my dear friends

My photo and my haiku cc. Anita Bacha 2022.

Colors of Autumn – Haiku Poems by Anita Bacha

October fallen leaves 

Heaping under the oak tree 

To be swept away

Showers of autumn 

A chill dance in the wind 

Leaves fall in silence

In this autumn time 

We behold nature’s showcase 

Of aging and age

Autumnal showers 

A steaming mug of milk tea 

Breakfast at the pub

Nature’s master plan 

Leaves put on attractive hues 

Pride comes before Fall

Autumn butterfly 

Open  your fine wings and fly 

A storm is blowing

Thank you for viewing and reading my dear friends.

Happy October.

Anita Bacha

A New Phase of Life – A Tanka Poem by 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

Olive Trees – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Tailspin autumn wind,
Dry leaves crush under my boots,
Spring is far away,
Olive trees in full blossom,
Pedicured feet in flip flops.

Artwork Olive Trees – Season Autumn Spring -André Claude Monet, 1884.

Dear friends and readers,
This is my first tanka poem. I hope that you enjoy it.
What is a tanka poem? One may ask.Is it similar to the haiku poem ?
A tanka or short poem originates in Japan just like the haiku poem.It is a free verse, 31 syllables poem written in five lines. The basic structure of the tanka is 5-7-5-7-7, whereas the haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 format.
Furthermore, the third line shifts from the imagery in the beginning lines to a reflective metaphor in the closing lines


Many more tanka poems to come for your eyes only.
Thank you for reading.

Anita Bacha.

ASK THE ROSE

Every  moment is a day 
Every day is a moment 
Life brings joy et al
and its share of downfall 
Life is empty 
without its spontaneity 
As we grow old 
our perspectives evolve 
Autumn’s  rose petals fall 
for spring buds to sprout 
Life doesn’t mean to possess 
life  means to let go

Why ask the rose?

From the bud to the sparkling full bloom 

From the full bloom to the withering rose, the rose tells her story 

Each stage of our life has a story to tell similar to the rose 

Fervor of first kiss

Innocent as a mistake

Blush of a pink rose

Ardor of first crush

Burning fire rising to flame

Whiff of a red rose

A single pink rose

In my lone winter garden

Rich with love fragrance

Wanting to flower

Like the morning rose

Living life anew

A burnt orange rose

Pressed between crumbling pages

Old relationship

Cyclone aftermath

Inundated flower beds

Petals soak in tears

Cyclone is blowing

Roses lamentably fall

Colored waterfalls

Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends and readers!

Anita Bacha.

SPRING HAIKU

Spring is the season we most look forward to in London specially after a rigid and cold winter.The budding of flowers is soothing.The air is full of promises as smiles flower on lifeless faces.Spring is my favorite season of the year, and yours too.

Spring here coincides with Sakura, the blooming of the cherry trees, in Japan. The transient yet lovely blossoms that appeal to the heart of every poet have greatly inspired me too . Enjoy!

I am sharing my haiku ‘The plum tree blossoms’ selected as haiku of the week by Japan Society London on 19/04/22 and two other included in their esteem website

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner

The first three haiku below –

The plum tree blossoms

In the neighbor’s unkempt garden

Spring embraces all

In the clear moonlight

Voluptuous pink bloom

Midst of marshmallows

Back from school

Afternoon milk tea

Jar of cookies

My granddaughter

Reaching for a rose

In the garden

My little girl’s

First spring marigold

Pulling wishes

Pretty white flowers

Orange tree blossoms

Scent of marmalade

Late tangerine sky

Between white apple blossoms

Eternal beauty

Cut fragrant lilacs

We borrow our neighbor’s vase

Sweet spring country home

Spring shimmering colors

Blend of orange and lemon

Cologne scent evening

Gorgeous spring flowers

Fragrant colorful homely

Last say of April

Spring field flowers

Sakura blossoms

Transient soft pinkish petals

Swirling in the breeze

Sakura

Hope you have enjoyed my Spring collection

Thank you for reading

Anita Bacha.

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