My love, I promise you my ink,
My heart bleeds of words I think,
Of impossible love and pain,
My tears flow incessantly as rain,
Eroded a painting of sea and sand,
Dreams of escape to a green island;
My love, I promise you my ink,
As long as my breath doesn’t sink,
Blood flows in my veins,
A song in my memory remains.
Anita Bacha
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THE BUTTERFLY
I sit by my window,
I behold a magic butterfly!
A rainbow butterfly!
Gorgeous hues of red, blue, indigo,
Orange, green, heavenly mauve,
Immaculate yellow,
Fluttering loftily,
Flying stealthily,
Flirting with sweet flowers so lovely!
A discreet kiss on the lips of the white pansy,
A soft caress on the dahlia’s cheek,
A gentle stroke on the red nose of the poppy!
Hibiscus, violets,
Budding marigolds,
Chuckle and open their folds,
Engrossed by the magic butterfly!
A fragrant red rose,
Spreads her velvety petals,
Lingers and whimpers!
In the wilderness, disappears the magic butterfly!
Anita Bacha
Spirit of the Forest,
You marvel me,
You scare me,
In the deepness of your folds,
I love to venture,
Gliding in your moist leaves,
Play hide and seek.
Anita Bacha
With a magic splash of fresh paints,
Trees and plants
Grim and dark,
With a spark
Into emerald green, are changed,
Donned is the sky in glistening blue,
Splendid and meek, the golden sun
Flirts jauntily,
Budding flowers kissing delicately
Coaxing beauty in the fun;
As spring plays with colors,
With the melodious songs of birds,
With the waltz of cheery butterflies,
With the noble heart of man,
New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt,
Blossoming gaily in the garden of life.
Anita Bacha
The grains of sand tickle my feet,
I close my eyes,
Is it you, my sweet Lord,
Filling my soul with vibes divine?
The sea amorously laps my toes,
I close my eyes,
Is it you, my sweet Lord,
Sending cosmic waves down my spine?
As I stroll down the shore
‘I have caressed His Feet! ‘whispers the sand;
‘I have kissed His toes!’ murmurs the sea,
You walk with me, my sweet Lord!Anita Bacha
You walk in my life unaware,
Inviting my pen to play melodies,
Of indescribable beauty on strings,
My fingers throbbing with love;
Don’t walk away unaware,
Breaking the rhythm of my heart beats,
Striking your name on strings,
My fingers blemished in ink;
You are the dancing script,
The humming pen, the amorous words,
You are around me, within me,
You are the poem you whispered in my ear.
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.
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
