Your name I’ve painted,
In henna on my palm;
As days and night spent,
Your name is a blessed psalm;
Your name I’ve tattooed,
In ink on my heart too;
Time and tide may pass,
Your name will forever last.
Anita Bacha
Your Name
Tag: Poetry
SOUL POETRY
SOUL POETRY -Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes is a collection of poems, verses and quotes which driven by wild waves of inspiration I wrote over the past five years. I am not a full time writer or poet. I only write when I am inspired and words start to flow from my pen like drops of nectar on a starve parchment.
The main subject of my poetry, my verses and quotes is Love. Here, I must tell my readers to appreciate that there is only One Love whether it is maternal love, physical love, obsessive love, infatuation or spiritual love to name a few. My book also covers different aspects of human relationships, and different themes from flowers to butterflies. Being a woman, when I write about a lover, I am writing about a man. So you will find a few poems very audacious. I have never found it challenging to write love poems about men. They deserve to be admired and their charms must be carved on paper and for eternity, recognizing that the body is mere rust and dust; the soul is eternal. Behind my every poem, there lies a story.
Anita Bacha
Where to find the book?
White Flowers in the Night
Take me with you,
To a land where white flowers,
Bloom in the night,
Where moths freely die in the light,
As I bloom and I die in your favors,
Take me with you,
Keep me close to you,
As the scent of white flowers,
Invigorates the breath of lovers,
And I write with the ink of your eyes,
These petals of poetry,
Chaste as white flowers in the night.
Anita Bacha
Autumn Vibes
Sunrise, the highlight
Of this glorious morning,
Sparkles autumn leaves
The rain is falling,
Various ducks swim languidly,
On the swollen pond.
Brittle and fragile,
The tree releases the leaves,
They blow in the wind.
A walk in the park,
Brings back memories of you,
So far yet,so near.
End of October,
A yellow maple leaf falls,
Turns to syrup brown.
Autumn vibes are haikus I’ve written during the past few weeks,and sharing here. I am living on an island actually and here, we have only two seasons,summer and winter.Haiku poetry tickles the imagination and haiku lovers will find in these haiku poems illustrated with pictures, how very far the mind can travel, create and produce.
With love ❤️
Anita Bacha
Contemplation
May this waiting draw to a close, my love!
That very soon we are united at last,
In a mad and passionate hug;
My heart shall beat with your heart,
Away our tears shall flow in abundant joy,
Shall wet our parched lips of the grief,
Of the pain of thirsting desires;
That blessed under a starry night sky,
Your breath shall melt with my breath,
My eyes bathe in the clear pond of your gaze;
Swept into the furrows of time and space,
We forget the world, the universe, the Creator himself,
We forget the intense longing,
We forget the slow suffering,
That shall exist for us only our guiltless love!
Anita Bacha
Naked Tree
Naked is the tree,
Yellow leaves lie at its feet,
Waiting for the Spring.
Anita Bacha
GOA Revisited
Sun glows in blue sky,
Gold ripples dance on the sea –
Time to set the sail.
Young tourist poses,
Older man sips lemonade,
Generation gap.
Humble hatched roof hut,
Lies behind tourist hotel,
Fisherman’s sweet home.
Sun sets at seaside,
Colorful streaks brush the sky,
Footprints in wet sand.
Sleek evening ripples,
The sun embraces, lying down –
Romantic season!
Roses for all seasons
Pretty yellow rose,
Sunbathing in the courtyard,
Intruder fly bites!
Exquisite pink rose,
Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,
In the spring of life.
In the morning rain,
Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,
On a bed of thorns.
Frail rose bud petals,
Burn in blaze of dry season ,
Thirsting for rain drops.
Lush garden roses,
Half-blossom bends to her weight ,
Till the last fold falls!
INK
Ink leaks from my pen,
Blotchy petals on paper –
I write poesy.
Anita Bacha.
( In the picture, my poetry book INK ! This book consists of 100 love poems and is available in my birth country, Mauritius. It is published by #Éditionsdeloceanindien , a newly- founded publishing house.)
True to His Word
True to his word,
He was there, in the park,
Waiting for her,
She halted, looked around,
His words echoed in her ears,
In the morning gentle zephyr,
‘I will be there!’
‘I will be there for you!’
He cried out,
Last time they met and parted;
Stoic, handsome and shy,
Greener against the blue sky,
He smiled under its vast parasol;
The sight of him warmed her heart;
They talked,
They had so much to say to each other;
Then they fell into a deep silence,
It was not love,
It was not happiness,
It was a soul connection.
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 