Ink leaks from my pen,
Blotchy petals on paper –
I write poesy.
Anita Bacha.
( In the picture, my poetry book INK ! This book consists of 100 love poems and is available in my birth country, Mauritius. It is published by #Éditionsdeloceanindien , a newly- founded publishing house.)
Morning has broken
Birds repeat their melodies
Time goes on and on
Anita Bacha
Bouquet of roses
Dying in porcelain vase
Gross mediocrity
Anita Bacha
Dear readers, I have joined a group of ‘Haiku challenge ‘ on Twitter and today’s challenge is to write a haiku using the word ‘gross’. I love this challenge .Brainstorming, at times ,nerve racking it keeps me going .Hope you like this one . More are on the way.
True to his word,
He was there, in the park,
Waiting for her,
She halted, looked around,
His words echoed in her ears,
In the morning gentle zephyr,
‘I will be there!’
‘I will be there for you!’
He cried out,
Last time they met and parted;
Stoic, handsome and shy,
Greener against the blue sky,
He smiled under its vast parasol;
The sight of him warmed her heart;
They talked,
They had so much to say to each other;
Then they fell into a deep silence,
It was not love,
It was not happiness,
It was a soul connection.
Anita Bacha
Monsoon season rains
Flooding rivers millet fields
Lovers soak in love
Anita Bacha
Picture: tumblr.com
Sun high in the sky
Where am I going to hide
The worm asks the book
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Hilda Aakre
Sun landing safely
On a velvety carpet
Merging with the sea
Anita Bacha
Video my own
The Socks
In coils like two cotton balls
Coated with dust
From under my bed
A brush stroke brought out the socks!
Forgotten
Abandoned
Consciously or unconsciously
The socks you left behind
Sad, blue
Filled with bitterness
The stare blank
The socks
I caught in my trembling hands
Gave me a lump in my throat
The socks recalled your being there
Curled against me in my bed
It was not a dream!
The socks made me a little scared
Fear the idea that you will never come back
To warm my bed
To cover me with delicious cuddles
The socks made me chuckle too
Giggle at the idea that I had never seen such large feet
Such big toes, teasingly tickling my feet
The socks revived in me the great happiness
These senseless moments
When we both laughed like kids
Happy to be together
Pleased that we had met
Pleased that we were in love!
Anita Bacha
Frightening world news
Covid19 symptoms rise
Milk coffee in cup
Anita Bacha
Tulips kiss the sky
Marigolds threaded garland
Roses sleep on graves.
Anita Bacha
