Mimosas blossom
Feature of the break of Spring
Light rain starts to fall
Camellias in bloom
Sparrows sing a lovely song –
Buddha awakens
Feeble butterfly
Struggles out of its cocoon –
Bloom opens its folds
Monday morning blues
I try to follow the ant –
I land on a rose
Sunflowers stand proud
Under the scorching midday sun –
Petals as soft as pain
Written during second lockdown in Mauritius, these haiku florets and others to come, keep me sane and healthy.
Anita Bacha
A mother will take you under her wings, even when you know how to fly – my quote.
I don’t know how true it is for you. For me, I always come to the help of my grown up children even when they refuse my help. A child remains a child for a mom even when he is an old man and a great granddad. I refer to child as a male because I have only boys and four of them.
I remember telling them stories, mostly imaginative, when they were very small. Later and now, I tell stories to my grandchildren.
Even later and as far back as last year, I wrote my first story book for children, The Princess and the Crow.
A few months ago, I conceived the idea of a new, illustrated book for children. I am expecting to deliver the book any time now.
A book is like a child to me. I have in all ten children, four biological children and six books. Awaiting the birth of a book gives me the same anxiety problems, coupled with short breath, cold sweat, loss of appetite and loose bowels.
Most of all, I am on top of the world as a creative writer and a mother.
Writers write because there have something deep inside their guts that they need to bring out.
My advice to writers is to write and write until you bring out what is inside you.
Anita Bacha
Sunrise, the highlight
Of this glorious morning,
Sparkles autumn leaves
The rain is falling,
Various ducks swim languidly,
On the swollen pond.
Brittle and fragile,
The tree releases the leaves,
They blow in the wind.
A walk in the park,
Brings back memories of you,
So far yet,so near.
End of October,
A yellow maple leaf falls,
Turns to syrup brown.
Autumn vibes are haikus I’ve written during the past few weeks,and sharing here. I am living on an island actually and here, we have only two seasons,summer and winter.Haiku poetry tickles the imagination and haiku lovers will find in these haiku poems illustrated with pictures, how very far the mind can travel, create and produce.
With love ❤️
Anita Bacha
My eyes meet your eyes,
As the sun melts in the sea-
It’s love at first sight.
We walk on the beach,
In the cool,morning sun, far
From the madding crowd.
The day is over,
Fisherman brings a good catch,
The boat gets some rest.
A silent man sits,
With a fishing rod at sea,
Sunrise to sunset.
At dawn, the sun kneels,
To embrace the sea,
In meek submission.
It’s very cold,
Fire in the hearth has burnt out,
I dream of summer.
Haiku is a type of short form poetry, originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consists of three phrases that contain a kireji,or cutting word,17 on in a 5/7/5 pattern and a kigo, a seasonal reference.However, modern haiku vary widely on how closely they follow the traditional elements. I have this crush for haiku and I try my best to be in tune with the ancient haiku poets.
Enjoy and let me have your feedback.
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!
Just before night falls,
She closes her sleek petals-
Beauty for one day!
Beautiful flower,
Devoid of sweet redolence-
Queen of the alleys!
Bees come for honey,
Flowers let down their petals,
On velvety leaves.
The fields speak to me,
Of the fragrance of flowers,
Busy honey bees.
Old water lily,
Shedding petals on the leaves,
Season comes and goes.
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.)
My Hiroshima
White doves fly in the blue sky
Orleanders are blooming
Anita Bacha
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.
Anita Bacha 