Bright morning sunlight
Awakens in a shudder
Sleeping butterfly
Anita Bacha
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Sleeping Butterfly – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha
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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
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Excerpt from my debut poetry book “Soul Poetry ‘
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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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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.
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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
Sakura blossoms
Transient soft pinkish petals
Swirling in the breeze
Hope you have enjoyed my Spring collection
Thank you for reading
Anita Bacha.
The Song of the Cuckoo
a person should be honest in the first instance
no matter how harsh the truth is
Once, the mother of Mahatma Gandhi, Putlibai Gandhi was fasting and she let it be known that she would break the fast only when the she heard the song of the cuckoo.
She waited a long time but, alas, the cuckoo did not sing. Gandhi Ji was a small child then and he felt very sad that his mom would not take a morsel of food.
A brilliant idea crossed the mind of the adoring child. He rushed to the back garden and imitated the song of the cuckoo. He came back to the house, went up to his mom and said-
‘Maa, you can eat now; the cuckoo has sung!’
His mom unfortunately would not be fooled and she got very angry.
‘I am ashamed to have a son like you!’ she said.
’How can you speak such a lie? A lie is a sin!’ she added.
Gandhi Ji was heartbroken. He realized that his mother was extremely upset. He also understood that he had made a big mistake by lying to his mother. From that moment, he vowed that he would never tell a lie in his whole life. He never did.
Mother is, undoubtedly, our first and most important teacher. The bond of love between mother and child is sacred. It is the purity of this relationship that makes every lesson, that we learn from our mother, a lesson for life. We may forget what the school master teaches but, not what is taught by our mother.
Gandhi believed in honesty. Trying to conceal a lie may require a person to lie even more and this becomes a vicious circle. Therefore, a person should be honest in the first instant, no matter how harsh the truth is.
Anita Bacha 