Sun glows in blue sky,
Gold ripples dance on the sea –
Time to set the sail.
Young tourist poses,
Older man sips lemonade,
Generation gap.
Humble hatched roof hut,
Lies behind tourist hotel,
Fisherman’s sweet home.
Sun sets at seaside,
Colorful streaks brush the sky,
Footprints in wet sand.
Sleek evening ripples,
The sun embraces, lying down –
Romantic season!
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.
