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 bubble bee,

Or a bubble bee without a flower,

Or me without you, or you without me.

Anita Bacha

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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.

Anita Bacha

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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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Sopping Flower 🌺

You open to me in the heat of the sun,

Your purple color runs in my veins,

Your beauty is a divine perfume,

My life is imbued with your quintessence;

Once you teach me how to dance,

We twirl and we swirl in the wind,

A joyous song in our heart,

Heedless of the hammering rain;

Secretly in the chill of dusk,

You fold your dying petals,

Enclosing me in the depth of your soul.

Anita Bacha

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Altar Flowers

Yesterday’s close tight buds,

This morning ravishing full blooms,

Picked delicately from my garden,

Laid devoutly at your altar,

Shine their light like a hundred diyas,

A string of silent words,

An unwritten poem to my beloved.

Anita Bacha

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