The Night Train of Nagaur

How to tell you,

What is more painful than a blast in the ear,

More painful than a suppressed tear,

More painful than the whistle of a train,I hear;

How to tell you,

Nothing is more painful than your leave,

Feigning that without you I can live;

How to tell you,

What is a beloved without the lover,

Or a lover without the beloved,

Or me without you, or you without me;

How to tell you,

What is the sky without a moon,

Or a moon without the sky,

Or me without you, or you without me.

Anita Bacha

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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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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

Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany

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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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Without You

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

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