Short Poems – Anita Bacha

Sega Dance

Intoxicated with the elixir of love,
My head spins with the fiery beats of the tropical drums,
As my body swirls and whirls with the rhythmic vibes;
The burning sand scorching the sole of my feet,
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
Imbued with passion, my heart flies high above,
Like a shooting star in broad day light,
Falls back in the blue lagoon with candid delight
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
Shrouded in a mist of mirage,
In the horizon I see your image.
In frantic folly I run to tenderly hold you…
The mystic drums stop me,
The enchanting melody beckons me,
Lifts me up and invigorates me,
Fills my soul with bursting fantasy
And I dance and I dance in ecstasy!
-Anita Bacha-
Excerpt from my poetry book #SoulPoetry (2015)

Your Name

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

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

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

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!

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

Waiting for Spring

The fall forays my garden as a sorceress,

The sky covering the morning sun with thick dimness;

Broom sweeps, leaves and flowers fly off in a maelstrom,

Cold downpours freeze the subterranean thunderstorm;

Birds flee up in the skies with a scream;

Trout hide under the stones of the stream;

I look full of hope, my love, at the radiance in the horizon;

No matter the rain, the cold, the melancholy of the autumn season,

Whatever the absence, the long days of waiting, the starless nights,

Whatever the tears, the suffering and the frights,

I wait, mad lover that I am, for your return in spring;

Pining for the promised kisses, the delirious frolics in the field,

I dream of the elating scent of the rose on your tanned skin,

Of poppies, crushing on your mouth my stolen longing.

Anita Bacha

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day!
Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who left this world at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.

THE APPLE OF MY EYE

She was walking on the beach
A long skirt hiding her knees
Dotted with tiny blue florets
A white linen blouse flattened her bosom
Prude,
She never wore a bathing suit

Immaculate as the sunset
Pretty as a picture
Mysterious as the sea
Smiling to herself
Poetic, in love, sweet,
A dreamer
She fell in love only once
People said
The blessed day was her wedding day

A long trail of foot steps
She left
Printed in the moist sand
In joyous innocence
Behind her I walked
Placing my steps
One by one in her wake
She was the apple of my eye!
She was my mother!
Anita Bacha

The Sea

Listen to the lament of the forlorn sea,
She is calling your name!
Listen to the rhythm of her beating waves,
She is calling your name!
Listen to the sea,
Listen to her beseeching vow,
She is missing you!
She misses your body,
Floating frivolously like seaweed,
Dancing and curving her waves,
She misses your smell,
Deliciously and fondly fading with hers,
She wants to tenderly hold you,
And, never let you go,
Engulf you in the nudity of her waves,
Deep into the profundity of her bewitching charm,
Rocking you once again in her arms

Santa Paula, Goa January 2020

Anita Bacha

I Promise You

My love, I promise you my ink,

My heart bleeds of words I think,

Of impossible love and pain,

My tears flow incessantly as rain,

Eroded a painting of sea and sand,

Dreams of escape to a green island;

My love, I promise you my ink,

As long as my breath doesn’t sink,

Blood flows in my veins,

A song in my memory remains.

Anita Bacha

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