Afternoon drizzle
Drops of rain from the tree leaves
Slake the thirsty rose
Anita Bacha
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.
Above haiku poem is an excerpt from Pink Moon – An Anthology of Haiku Poems, my debut haiku collection (2022).
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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
William Shakespeare
Thank you for your visit
Happy Thursday, my dear friends
Anita Bacha
Many thanks to the editor, Kathleen Trocmet and to Scarlet Dragonfly Journal for selecting my haiku and for the feature in the December issue of their esteemed journal.
Drawn by her sweet scent
I stare with verve at a rose
On a hearth of leaves
Anita Bacha
Congratulations to the other featured poets.
Intensely perfumed
Queen of Arabian nights
Silken petals rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Transiting at Dubai on my way home, a heavenly bouquet of damask roses in my hotel room knocked me off my feet. Crazy,I am bringing to you a redolence damask rose.
Anita Bacha
Winter morning blues
Open balcony
Floating scent of rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Happy start of the week
dew’s still on the rose
i have lost and found myself
in a feast of blooms
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.
The rose has fallen,
On the stem, a bud opens,
A new phase of life,
On a bed of thorns, she thrives,
Bleeding words of innocence.
Anita Bacha
The one who steals the rose in your garden,
Also steals the thorns.
Anita Bacha.
I open to the Rose,
And find myself,
Deep within perfumed folds of pink,
Drunk with beauty!
I open to the song of the bird,
To hear the music of my soul,
Singing free!
I open to the sky,
And find myself floating,
Soft and loving as a cloud!
I open to beauty and I open to myself,
I embrace beauty and know it as myself,
I let it in,
And let it shine.
-Anita Bacha-
Anita Bacha 