The birds were singing,
They didn’t understand
That, he was gone.
Anita Bacha

The birds were singing,
They didn’t understand
That, he was gone.
Anita Bacha
I open to the Rose,
And find myself,
Deep within perfumed folds of pink,
Drunk with beauty!
I open to the song of the bird,
To hear the music of my soul,
Singing free!
I open to the sky,
And find myself floating,
Soft and loving as a cloud!
I open to beauty and I open to myself,
I embrace beauty and know it as myself,
I let it in,
And let it shine.
-Anita Bacha-
Goodbyes are for those who love with their eyes; for those who love with their heart and soul, their is no such thing as separation. RUMI.
A well kept secret is this flower
That did not bloom in the blue grass
Today the sky is deep green,
The grass is sapphire blue,
I walk up the heath,
To say a last farewell to you,
A well kept secret is this flower,
That didn’t bloom in the blue grass,
Yet its sweet fragrance will linger,
As far as memories will last.
You open to me in the heat of the sun,
Your purple color runs in my veins,
Your beauty is a divine perfume,
My life is imbued with your quintessence;
Once you teach me how to dance,
We twirl and we swirl in the wind,
A joyous song in our heart,
Heedless of the hammering rain;
Secretly in the chill of dusk,
You fold your dying petals,
Enclosing me in the depth of your soul.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Raj Swami
My sweet beloved
Dance with me
On this melody of love 💕
My sweet beloved,
Your lover dances,
Whirls and swirls,
On heavenly music;
Intoxicated with agony,
Your lover spins,
Twirls and swirls,
Longing for your lips;
My sweet beloved,
Dance with me
On this melody of love,
As I am in you,
You are in me,
You are the essence of the essence.
Anita Bacha
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