INK Echo of life and love

But words are things,

And a small drop of ink,

Falling like dew,

Upon a thought,

Produces that which makes,

Thousands ,perhaps millions,think.

Lord Byron

My poetry book INK Echo of life and love (2019) was publicly released, launched and unveiled on 10 April 2019 at the Hennessy Park Hotel in Mauritius.

INK is my second poetry book. It’s a fusion of classic and modern poems of all genres.

Ink is associated from time immemorial with the art of writing and calligraphy.

Words when spoken are ephemeral; words when written are eternal.

My work is divided in three parts.

The first part Power of Love consists of love poems that conveys to the reader the adage ‘at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.’ Irrespective of age,gender,color of skin, everybody falls in love.

Power of Words, the second part, is the expression of deep rooted feelings,emotions and sentiments in writing.

In the third part, Power of Delusion,the reader will find poems about impossible love,infatuation,deception,disloyalty and break ups.

My poems are daring, straightforward and thought provoking. I couldn’t write them if I were not sincere, if I did not believe in myself and in you!

I wrote them for poetry lovers and for you, my dear reader.

Anita Bacha

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The Library

Books,magazines,newspapers,

All nicely stacked,waiting for readers,

The librarian,Mrs Jones,clad in a dress,

Welcomes me with a short address,

The Library is a quiet place,my dear,

The silence of books,we hear,

They wake up from their sleep,

When readers pick them up to read;

Mrs Jones knows my love for poetry books,

I go straight to them, with adept looks.

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In the picture, the Wood Green Central Library, fifteen minutes ‘ walk from where we live in Wood Green or five minutes by W3,the bus.

We bought the house when our son started his university studies. The choice went for Wood Green mainly because of the library. We had inculcated the love for books in our children from an early age.

A library is quiet and the best place to relax with a book of our choice.The peaceful vibes fill our whole being with a need to acquire knowledge about things,people,countries, habits,customs and, much more that we can only find in books and nowhere else.

Readers of poetry books will find a copy of my book Soul Poetry Inspirational Poems,Verses and Quotes at the Wood Green Library πŸ“š

Happy reading! Happy Spring Break πŸƒπŸŒΈπŸƒπŸŒ±πŸŒΌπŸŒ±β˜˜οΈπŸŒ·β˜˜οΈ

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How to tell you

How to tell you,

What is sweeter than a drop of honey,

Sweeter than a grain of sugar,

Sweeter than the juice of a strawberry;

How to tell you,

Nothing is sweeter than your tongue,

Melting like ice in my mouth;

How to tell you,

What is a flower without a bumble bee,

Or a bumble bee without a flower,

Or me without you, or you without me.

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Happy Teddy Day

I close my eyes and I smile,

I think of my teddy by my side,

How chummy can we be,

Under the shower,

When we lather up each other playfully,

And,slurp the water running down our body;

On the bed,

When we touch every part of each other,

And,discover the joy of connubial intimacy;

Every thought of you,

The vegetable biryani we share,

The ride in the auto in the busy fair,

The transience of our meeting,

When you come home from the city,

The farewell,

When you leave to catch the night train,

The helpless look in your beautiful eyes,

A selfie, a promise to remain truthful,

No matter what, the lure,the pull;

My sweet hubby,

As I sit down to milk the cow in the shed,

I recall I am your Chocolaty milkmaid,

The girl from a faraway village,

In your book of fairies, a page;

Illiterate, I don’t know the word ‘Valentine ‘,

All I know, I am yours and you are mine.

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The First Leaf 🍁 of the Fall

Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf 🍁

From green ☘️to amber light,

From yellow to rusty veins;

Behold the game of life,

Like the autumn leaf πŸ‚

We have lived,

Knowing life is a gift πŸ’ of God,

Gracefully, we detach,

We take our leave,

Make way for new leaves πŸ€πŸŒΏπŸƒπŸ€

Anita Bacha

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