Blind Love of God – Short Story by Anita Bacha

The auspicious Night of Shiva is spent by many devotees with telling stories to keep awake.

Probably because I am a  devotee of the Hindu God , Lord Shiva and a writer of short stories for children, I wrote during one such night vigil and I am sharing 

BLIND LOVE OF GOD

SHIVARATRI means the night of auspiciousness that has to be spent chanting the auspicious name of the Lord. Sri Sathya Sai Baba my Guru says we must consider every night as Shivaratri

Here is a short story, dear children,to read loud on Shivaratri –

BLIND LOVE OF GOD

Among the great devotees of Lord Shiva, the one that is embedded deep in the hearts of many Indians (especially from the South) is the story of Kannappa. There are many versions of this story, however, the spirit of love and devotion to the Lord is common across all the versions.

The story goes like this –

Kannappa, while on his daily hunt, comes across a temple of Lord Shiva. Entering the temple, he experiences a strange peace and tranquility. A serene bliss emanates from within and he stands with his eyes transfixed on the lingam. The merit of his past lives and the prodding from his destiny had sprouted in him an unquenchable love for Lord Shiva. Many had visited this temple before him and many did so after him too. But, Kannappa was among those rare few who got surcharged with divine love. From that day onwards, Kannappa became a regular at the temple. Every night, after finishing his hunt, he would arrive at the temple and offer Lord Shiva a part of the spoils. He would thus place meat in the holy sanctum.

The day which turned out to be a life-changing one for Kannappa, proved to be a life-changing one for the temple priest too. For, from that day on, whenever he arrived at the temple in the morning he would find it defiled with meat, blood and wine . Cursing the sinner who was indulging in such activity, he would clean the temple, take a bath, bring flowers for worship, offer naivedyam of fruits and, then leave.

This went on for several days and nights. Meanwhile, in Mount Kailash, Goddess Parvati asks her sweet Lord Shiva,

“Lord! During the day you are worshipped by the priest and at night by this hunter.Who is the one dearer to you? Who is the one who loves you more?”

This question made Lord Shiva smile and he said, “You can see it for yourself, Devi!”

One morning, as the priest went about his sincere worship of the lingam, something wondrous happened. The lingam sprouted eyes and they opened! Seeing this, the priest was thrilled beyond imagination. Even as his thrilled body broke into a dance, something horrifying happened. The left eye of the lingam began to bleed. Starting as a trickle, the bleeding became profuse and the whole eye seemed damaged. The priest was horrified. All his joy evaporated and he was convinced that this was an ill-omen. He felt that this happened because of the sinner who was defiling the temple every night. Instantly, he ran out of the temple and away from the forest with a promise never to step into the temple again.

At nightfall, Kannappa came into the temple. The same sequence of events followed. But when Kannappa noticed the bleeding eye, he was overcome with severe pains of empathy. He went into the forest and fetched some medicinal herbs to apply to the bleeding eye. All his efforts were to no avail as the bleeding continued relentlessly. In what could be considered as great bravery, supreme devotion and, a primitive transplant surgery, Kannappa plucked one of his eyes out with an arrow and placed it on the bleeding eye of the Shiva lingam. This stopped the bleeding in that eye of the lingam and Kannappa was very happy.

His joy was short-lived as, soon after, the second eye too began to bleed! This suddenly complicated matters for Kannappa, not because he was hesitant to give up his other eye but because he thought that if he were to pluck his other eye too, he would become blind to exactly know the spot of the bleeding eye of the lingam! And so, he placed his big toe on the bleeding eye as a marker and was about to plunge the arrow to gouge his second eye. At this point, Lord Shiva appears and stops him from blinding himself.

Needless to say, Kannappa was made wholesome in body, mind and, spirit. From that day onwards, he has been worshipped as a Nayanmar saint.

Countless times Sri Sathya Sai Baba has stressed on the fact that the Lord is Bhaavapriya and not Baahyapriya. This translates into the Lord being a lover of feelings and not the one interested in the show that is put on. The priest and the hunter were both equally dear to Him. And so, He showed Himself to both! But, the uncivilized, defiling hunter evidently had greater love for the Lord as he was ready to give up even his eye for the Lord’s sake. His Lord mattered to him more than himself.

Morale of the story, dear children –

We are ready to offer so many things to the Lord. We are ready to make sacrifices – food, water, comforts. But are we ready to give up this ego – the ‘I’ that we hold so dear to ourselves? The story shows that the instant we give up the ‘I’, the Lord manifests and makes us wholesome in every sense.

In fact, Sri Sathya Sai Baba says ‘giving up the ego, which manifests as an attachment is the only way to liberation’.

Happy Maha Shivaratri to all!

Anita Bacha

Image of Lord Shiva, source Internet

Riot Police – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

riot police fires 
the demonstrators disperse –
a child left behind 
smoke and silence on the streets 
nobody hears him crying 

Anita Bacha

Dear All,

Above is an imaginative and fictional tanka poem written to the challenge prompt ‘police ‘of Tanka Thursday Prompts in X

Thank you for viewing and reading.

Anita Bacha

Image source Internet

SOUL POETRY – BOOK by ANITA BACHA

Dear friends and poetry lovers

I’m glad to share with you the feature and promotion of my work by Jocelyn Kay, editor and curator of Edge of Humanity Magazine in their New Year 2025 first issue

Celebrating Creativity and Written Words

Thanks for dropping in

Happy reading

Anita Bacha

Sweet and Low – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha

freezing winter night 

when the whole world is asleep –

snow falls sweet and low

Anita Bacha

Happy end of the week, my friends

Happy New Year’s Eve – Quote by Anita Bacha

Bidding farewell to 2024

Welcoming 2025

Live like you will live forever

Love like you will die tomorrow

Anita Bacha

Happy New Year’s Eve,Everyone 💝🎀💖

Image of Casita Beach, Mauritius cc. Anita Bacha

BOOK LAUNCH- LEAVES by Anita Bacha

LEAVES, A Collection of Haiku, Senryu and Tanka Poems  was released in July 2024. It immediately gained a lot of popularity in Kindle Amazon and readers started to purchase the paperback, the kindle and to read for free. I was happy. Readers believe in me and in my work.

At the same time, I was sad. Amazon is not available in my birth country, Mauritius. The only thing I could do was to bring LEAVES to my faithful audience in Mauritius. I did.

Organized in a jiffy, the main hall of Mauritius Gymkhana Club was booked for Wednesday 04 2024. The books were expected to arrive from U.S.A by special delivery on Tuesday 03. Invitations were sent.

The Big Day arrived in a flash.

The hall was packed with keen, enthusiastic guests and my followers on social media.

Welcome address by Mr. Yogen Bacha, Master of Ceremony and laudable words about me, the author and, about LEAVES, my book were a terrific start for the evening. Quote-

‘Leaves’ is a poetic exploration of Nature, seasons and the human experience, blending haiku, senryu and tanka to create a vibrant tapestry of emotion and imagery. This collection is a tribute to the beauty of life’s fleeting moments and a testament to Mrs. Bacha’s mastery of poetic expression.

My colleague at The Bar, Mridula , Govind Nagi, Mr. Mauritius 2024 and others read poems from LEAVES. Applause filled my ears.

Last I picked up the mic to address the audience.

It was a rather long speech interlaced by recital of tanka poems by me.

I have chosen a few excerpts from my speech that may interest you, my dear friends-

‘I started the project of writing a second collection of short poems after the resounding success of my debut anthology of haiku, ‘PINK MOON’. However, the journey was filled with moments of doubts, tiredness, sleepless nights and health problems.’

‘LEAVES is a collection of haiku, senryu and tanka poems that I wrote during the past two years. It is more than just an anthology of short poems of Japanese style in English to me. It’s an expression of thanks to Mother Nature. Leaves come and go similar to the cycle of life and death.’

‘It’s a reflection of the human spirit, our capacity for resilience and, the power of hope in the darkest times.’

‘My readers, both longtime fans and those just discovering my work, this book is for you. Your views, likes, messages and support on the social media, WordPress, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter have fueled my passion to write. I hope LEAVES resonates with you and perhaps offers you a new perspective of life challenges  just as I have left a piece of myself in every word.

I am signing off with these words ‘This is my last book’.

Anita Bacha

Master of Ceremony, Mr. Yogen Bacha ,F.C.A
Launch of the book
Recitals of Short Poems
Book signing for Barrister Mridula Cheereemoony

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Happy viewing and reading, my friends.

Footsteps – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Autumn walk

Sound of footsteps 

Crunching leaves 

Echo loudly 

In the stillness 

Anita Bacha

Footsteps is the prompt of #TankaSocietyofAmerica for this week #TankaThursday and #TankaPoem

I was walking to the bakery to buy bread for breakfast and was deep in thought.Suddenly I heard the sound of my footsteps crunching fallen brown leaves 🍂. Simultaneously my Apple in my jacket pocket notified me of the above prompt.

I immediately jot down the above short piece on my iPhone and posted it as quick as lightning ⚡️

My feelings when I did so were ‘ I was living the peace and quietness of an Autumn walk away from the maddening crowds interrupted unduly by my boots, fallen leaves and my iPhone.

Thank you for reading,my friends.

Happy start of the week

Courtesy Pinterest

Fall in Old Graveyard – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Gusty blowing winds
Tree leaves swirl around
Fall in old graveyard
Drying under snow
Green sprouts in Spring tide

Above modern tanka is penned using the prompt word’ graveyard’ of Tanka Society of America

https://www.tankasocietyofamerica.org/

Thank you for reading!

Anita Bacha

Moonlit Night – Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Moonlit night

Under Nature’s umbrella

Walking home

Anita Bacha

Good morning,my friends

Thank you for your visit

Image source Fuji

Mojo in Blossom- Haiku – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Blue butterfly’s flight 
#Mojo in Spring first blossom –
Nature’s charm ignites

Blue butterfly and Spring blooms image source Pinterest

Thank you for your visit, my friends

Anita Bacha