out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field
i will meet you there
~ rumi ~

out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field
i will meet you there
~ rumi ~
Love is a flower,
Devotion is the purest,
The noblest variety.
– Anita Bacha –
Cultivate our life with the seeds of love
What we sow, we reap.
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
On the quay of farewell
In a covetous embrace
You gave me your heart
On the quay of farewell
You wiped my tears with your lips
You offered me your eyes
On the quay of farewell
You spoke to me about your suffering
You wanted my mouth to feel your fading breath
On the quay of farewell
You wanted me to remember your desires
Your thirst and your hunger insatiate
On the quay of farewell
You fumbled for the tenderness and sweetness that are in me
That you will never find in another
On the quay of farewell
You hugged me tight in your arms
You wanted to keep me forever
On the quay of farewell
Heavy as a winter coat
The separation bent you into two
And you shouted my name
Anita Bacha
Thank you for viewing and reading my dear friends
Happy evening
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Live like you’ll live forever
Love like you’ll die tomorrow
Anita Bacha
Happy New Year’s Eve to you and yours, my dear friends and readers.
Your book of poetry
Dried roses in the old chest
Legacy of love
Gone too early beloved
Yellow pages soaked with tears
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
a single pink rose
in my lone winter garden
rich with love fragrance
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
Xmas’s in the air
Festive decorations herald
Love and forgiveness
Anita Bacha
Good evening,my dear friends. Let’s walk together the streets of Oxford Circus and enjoy a before taste of Christmas 2022.
God only knows,
She saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,
She saw your tears sashaying her window screen,
Or was it raining on a full moon night;
God only knows,
She was madly in love with the idea of you,
The scent of henna on her beloved’s hand,
Breathed the perfume of rose in the desert sand;
God only knows,
How far this traveler had run around the globe,
She saw your footprints in a puddle of water,
She saw your fingers running in her tangled hair,
Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves;
God only knows,
She was intoxicated by the words falling from your lips,
She let you feast on her riches and her body,
She let you steal her soul,
She lost herself in you and she came to be you;
God only knows,
She heard her beseeching voice in the haboob,
Or was it the cry of a lamb in the arid dunes,
God only knows.
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and readers, The Other Side of Paradise, is one of the poems that you will find in Part 2 of my poetry book INK, Echo of life and love (2019).
Hope you enjoy the before taste.
Happy reading
Anita Bacha
Your name I’ve painted,
In henna on my palm;
As days and night spent,
Your name is a blessed psalm;
Your name I’ve tattooed,
In ink on my heart too;
Time and tide may pass,
Your name will forever last.
Anita Bacha