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
Photo credit: Raj Swami
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
Photo credit:Raj Swami/Rajasthan/India
Your voice is an eternal song,
Your voice lulls me to sleep,
Your voice calls me to dream,
Your voice brings tears to my eyes,
Your voice makes me smile,
Your voice seduces my mind,
Your voice unleashes my needs,
Your voice arouses my passion,
Your voice fills up my senses,
Your voice touches my soul,
Your voice is all I heed.
Anita Bacha
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Poetry brings the world together.
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha
Without you,
I am sad,
Feeling bad,
I am missing you;
Wooing long distance relationship,
Missing your hug and your kiss;
You are the blush on my lips,
You are the scent on my clothes,
You are my favorite rose 🌹
Without you,
I still love you 😍
Anita Bacha
Illustration/Photography/Anita Bacha/Hibiscus Hotel/Mauritius
My sweet beloved
Dance with me
On this melody of love 💕
My sweet beloved,
Your lover dances,
Whirls and swirls,
On heavenly music;
Intoxicated with agony,
Your lover spins,
Twirls and swirls,
Longing for your lips;
My sweet beloved,
Dance with me
On this melody of love,
As I am in you,
You are in me,
You are the essence of the essence.
Anita Bacha
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