Tag: Lovepoems

Automne 🍂 – Poésie de Anita Bacha

Autumn is the best time of the year for poets to jot down love poems inspired by the beauty and caprice of Nature

L’automne survient comme une sorcière dans mon jardin

Le ciel couvre d’un épais manteau gris le soleil du matin

Coups de balai, feuilles et fleurs s’envolent en tourbillon

Les jaillisses froides de la pluie gèlent l’air profond

Les oiseaux s’enfuient vers des cieux là-haut

Les truites se cachent sous les pierres de ruisseaux

Je regarde plein d’espérance, mon amour, la lueur de l’horizon

Qu’importe la pluie, le froid, la mélancolie de l’arrière-saison

Qu’importe l’absence, les longs jours d’attente, les nuits sans étoiles

Qu’importe les larmes, la souffrance et le mal

J’attends, amante insensée que je suis, ton retour au printemps

J’attends les baisers promis, les ébats délirants dans les champs

Je rêve du parfum exaltant de la rose sur ta peau hâlée

Les coquelicots écrasant sur ta bouche la couleur de mes désirs dérobés

Anita Bacha

Ma poésie est publiée sur les réseaux sociaux depuis 2016

Image Couleurs de l’Automne

Stay With Me – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Stay with me 

Stay with me as flushes of pink

Stain the petals of the rose

Stay with me as the light

Hovers over the burning wick

Stay with me as the wine

Imbues my breath and thine

Stay with me as the moon

Smiles in the dark night

– Anita Bacha –

Photo and Poem cc. Anita Bacha

Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.

On the Quay of Farewell – A Poem by Anita Bacha

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 

For more

https://www.amazon.com/Soul-Poetry-Inspirational-Verses-Quotes/dp/1482852322

Photo of Nippon Maru Cruise and poem Cc Anita Bacha 2023.

Begonia – A Short Poem by Anita Bacha


Under the showering rain,

Shaken by the swells of the gale,

A sweet, pastel pink, begonia,

A petite, elusive begonia,

Beckons my heart in pain;

A flood of love carries me away,

Drifting me tenderly at bay.

Anita Bacha 

Begonia is a short poem from my poetry book‘INK – Echo of life and love’. Published by the biggest publishing house ‘Éditions de L’Ocean Indien’ of Mauritius in 2019. 

Sadly, that book is available for purchase solely on the local market. On the other hand and, happily I have a big audience in my birth country. I am loved by the beautiful people of Mauritius and my work is applauded by many.

Anita Bacha 

Thank you for your visit, my dear friends 

Happy Evening

Photo and Poem cc. Anita Bacha 2023.

If I were a flower- A Poem by Anita Bacha

If I were a flower,

If I were a flower for the joy of being a flower,

A leaf for being a leaf,

If I were a stem,

If I were a leaf and a stem to dress up a flower,

If I were a flower that you will place on your heart,

If I were all sleek and purple petals,

Petals to cover the nudity of a flower,

If I were a flower that you will place on your heart,

If I were the eyelids for the delight of being the eyelids,

The lashes for being the lashes,

If I were the eyes,

If I were the eyelids and the lashes to cover your eyes,

If I were a tear,

A tear running down a cheek,

A tear that loses itself in the lips, 

If I were the lips that caress a flower,

If I were the lips and you were a flower…

Anita Bacha

Thank you for reading, my dear friends.

Excerpt from my debut poetry book “Soul Poetry ‘

For more mind blowing poems from Soul Poetry, kindly check out

https://a.co/d/7tunZ1M

Thank you 😊

Image source internet. Poem cc Anita Bacha.2023.

Your Name

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

Le Visiteur

Assis sur une chaise haute,
Grand,beau et silencieux,
Il tirait sur sa derniere cigarette:

 La pandémie battait son plein,

Il est arrivé tôt ce matin-là,

Il posa sur la table un sac des ravitaillements ;

Assis sur une chaise haute,

Grand, beau et silencieux,

Il tirait sur sa dernière cigarette ;

 Petite,

 Elle atteignait la hauteur de son front ;

 Le contour délicat de ses yeux,

Une minuscule fossette dans le menton

Et, ses narines sensuelles la captivaient ;

 Elle chassa amèrement

L’envie folle de serrer la tête de l’homme,

Contre son sein ,

De couvrir son visage basané des baisers ;

Elle aussi avait fait la guerre,

Mais la guerre de la vie ;

 Langoureuse,

Elle chercha longtemps dans son regard,

Un signe,

Une suspicion d’amour,

Rien, un vide,

Autrefois, il a connu l’amour,

L’amour qui trahit et qui fait mal,

L’amour qui tue,

Et il mourrait doucement ;

Elle mourrait aussi à force de l’aimer,

Incapable de déclarer son amour

A un homme sans âme.

Anita Bacha

Photo by Thau00eds Silva on Pexels.com

I Promise You

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

Photo credit @anitabacha

How to tell you (3)


How to tell you,
What is softer than the skin of a baby,
Softer than the feel of snow,
Softer than the petals of a rose,
How to tell you,
Nothing is softer than your hand,
Lying under my cheek,
When I sleep;
How to tell you,
What is a hand without warmth,
Or warmth without a hand,
Or a 🌹without petals,
Or petals without a 🌹,
Or me without you,or you without me.

Anita Bacha

Photo credit: Anita Bacha.

This is the third poem entitled ‘How to tell you’ that I have penned down. I thought my readers would be confused to read (3) in the title. Enjoy! The picture was shot by me at the wedding of my friend, the groom,in Rajasthan. His hand decorated with henna in the picture. I am using the picture to illustrate my poem. There is no connection between the poem and the picture.

You Are

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

Image of Radha Govind source Google