Nature – Anita Bacha

Spring Blossoms

The whiff of jasmines

A silk night dress on my bed –

Wedding memories

A bitter cold wind

Swept all the blossoms away –

Spring unfurls new buds

We love each other

Every season of the year –

In spring our hearts bloom

It seems kind of strange

That the flowers of today

Will die tomorrow

Potten or garden

Geraniums demand sunshine-

The beauties of spring

A blue sakura

Blossom in a pink bouquet-

Glistens in the night

In traditional Japanese poetry a kigo is a word associated with a season. Nowadays poets mostly outside Japan do not use a kigo as a must when writing haiku poetry. I think that a kigo adds a streak of romanticism in haiku poems for the simple reason that we and our moods are ruled by seasons.

Happy Spring to all!

Stay safe!

Anita Bacha

Confinement Florets

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

An Island in the Sun

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.

Fisherman at Roches Noires, Rivière du Rempart, Mauritius

At dawn, the sun kneels,

To embrace the sea,

In meek submission.

Sunset at Les Barachois, Tamarin, Mauritius.

It’s very cold,

Fire in the hearth has burnt out,

I dream of summer.

Le Flamboyant, tropical summer bloom, Mauritius.

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.

A SAPLING

In her garden
Grandma planted a seed
She fenced around the earth
Water it before the sun is high

In her garden,

Grandma planted a seed,

She fenced around the earth,

Water it before the sun is high;

With her tender keep,

The seed grew into a sapling;

In the middle of the field,

Mom moved the sapling,

Fenced around the earth,

Water it before the sun is high;

With her tender keep,

The sapling grew into a tree;

In our field, there is a tree,

Giving us shade when the sun is high,

And, a thirst-quenching fruit with a seed,

That will grow into a sapling,

If like grandma and mom, we heed.

Anita Bacha

Photo credit : Anita Bacha

Flowering

The flower doesn’t dream of the 🐝

It blossoms and the 🐝 comes

– Rumi

Quote of Rumi

Photo credit: Anita Bacha

These pictures were clicked by me last July at Borehamwood in England.

The A1 shooting group in Borehamwood is a family-run clay target shooting facility offering English Sporting, Olympic Trap and Helice.

Every summer, I visit the shooting ground with my family for the pleasure of holding a shotgun, and to enjoy a walk in the countryside.

I was happily surprised to find bumblebees in a bush on a sidewalk.

I stopped with my IPhone and caught some beautiful pictures of bumblebees romancing with flowers, undisturbed by the deafening sound of shooting. They were peaceful and happy, totally ignorant of the world around them.

The flowers, I observed, were not budding, new blooms or half blooms or full blossoms for that matter but withering flowers, some had lost their petals and others were dying.

Yet, see the magic of Nature, bumblebees were swarming around them, thirsting for their nectar.

Probably Nature wants to teach us a lesson, I thought, about women.

A woman, like a flower, never aged.