Autumn Symphony- A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha


Autumn symphony 

A soft breeze ruffles my hair 

Music’s in the air 

Viridescent leaves turn red 

One by one they are falling

Artwork Photography HIRAI MOTOKI, Transition.c. 2016.


Thank you for viewing and reading.

Anita Bacha

Sun Is Going Down – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Sun is going down,

Silvery ripples yo-yo,

Neath catamaran,

Morn waves roar and crash on shore,

On horizon sailing boats .

My photo clicked at Casita, Mauritius.

Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.

Happy Saturday.

Happy Summer Day.

Anita Bacha.

Today’s haiku

Through the prism of time

We travel around the world

For the home within

@anitabacha

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My son Yogen and my granddaughter Yana after a session of scuba diving in Mauritius. They arrived from the United States of America two days ago, now that the borders are open after two years of restrictions on travel by all the countries in the world to control the spread of the pandemic Covid-19.

With our love we can beat Covid-19

GOA Revisited

Sun glows in blue sky,

Gold ripples dance on the sea –

Time to set the sail.

Colorful fishing boats in Santa Paulo

Young tourist poses,

Older man sips lemonade,

Generation gap.

Sea view point

Humble hatched roof hut,

Lies behind tourist hotel,

Fisherman’s sweet home.

Fisherman’s hut in North Goa

Sun sets at seaside,

Colorful streaks brush the sky,

Footprints in wet sand.

Sundowner in Panaji

Sleek evening ripples,

The sun embraces, lying down –

Romantic season!

Beautiful sunset Santa Paulo

Roses for all seasons

Pretty yellow rose,

Sunbathing in the courtyard,

Intruder fly bites!

Yellow rose London summer

Exquisite pink rose,

Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,

In the spring of life.

Garden rose London Spring

In the morning rain,

Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,

On a bed of thorns.

Late summer rose Stratford London

Frail rose bud petals,

Burn in blaze of dry season ,

Thirsting for rain drops.

Rose bud in dry season,Rajasthan

Lush garden roses,

Half-blossom bends to her weight ,

Till the last fold falls!

Summer scarlet rose.Mauritius

Flowers

Just before night falls,

She closes her sleek petals-

Beauty for one day!

Hibiscus flower on the beach of Mauritius

Beautiful flower,

Devoid of sweet redolence-

Queen of the alleys!

Hibiscus flower on coastal area in Goa.

Bees come for honey,

Flowers let down their petals,

On velvety leaves.

Bumble bee and flower in London Summer

The fields speak to me,

Of the fragrance of flowers,

Busy honey bees.

Wild flowers in South Dakota

Old water lily,

Shedding petals on the leaves,

Season comes and goes.

Water lily at Golden Palace, Beijing, China.

The Socks

The Socks
In coils like two cotton balls
Coated with dust
From under my bed
A brush stroke brought out the socks!
Forgotten
Abandoned
Consciously or unconsciously
The socks you left behind
Sad, blue
Filled with bitterness
The stare blank
The socks
I caught in my trembling hands
Gave me a lump in my throat
The socks recalled your being there
Curled against me in my bed
It was not a dream!
The socks made me a little scared
Fear the idea that you will never come back
To warm my bed
To cover me with delicious cuddles
The socks made me chuckle too
Giggle at the idea that I had never seen such large feet
Such big toes, teasingly tickling my feet
The socks revived in me the great happiness
These senseless moments
When we both laughed like kids
Happy to be together
Pleased that we had met
Pleased that we were in love!

Anita Bacha

The socks
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