Poems,prompts and stories to unwind
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-
One year has left,
Another has stepped in;
It all happened so suddenly,
In a blink of the eye;
Did I love you enough, my dear friend?
Did I say it often enough?
Time waits for none,
But love stands the test of time;
God has blessed me with this life
And,with you as my friend;
Trust in my love and friendship,
You are God’s gift to me,
You live in my heart,
I love you ❤️
I wish you plenty of everything that you desire in 2020
Happy New Year, my dear friend!
Anita Bacha
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
Invigorate 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.
Photo credit:Raj Swami.
O Man! Your heart is frozen,
As the highest peak capped with snow;
At your sight, I became smitten,
Your heart I cannot melt, I know;
My face covered with snow dust,
I shout your name in love and in lust ;
Cold and fixed,you are emotionless,
O Man! You are heartless!
Anita Bacha
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The magic of your voice,
Irretrievably touches my soul,
Lifts our passion to zeniths untold.
The magic of your voice,
When I hear on the phone,
Fills my searing eyes with tears,
Drives away all my agony and fears;
Whatever the cruel distance,
However excruciating the absence,
The magic of your voice,
When I hear on the phone,
Brings a smile of hope on my face,
In my life,fullness and solace;
The magic of your voice,
When I hear on the phone,
Irretrievably touches my soul,
Lifts our passion to zeniths untold.
Anita Bacha
Prattling of raindrops on the roof,
Rivaling beats of drums aloof,
Senseless stares in an empty space,
Trying hard to read your face,
No regret,no remorse,no shame,
For you it was just a game;
Breathless when I say goodbye,
Hiding from you my hurt,my cry,
She has come back, I cannot stay,
Love triangles are doomed anyway;
Babbling of voices in my head,
Competing with singings of the dead,
I hold my heart, I have to let you go,
Broken,I have nothing left save my ego.
Anita Bacha
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Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,
My sweet sweetheart is here,
For the city, he left me asunder,
How I lived without him, I wonder;
Red florets I wore on our wedding night,
The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,
Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,
How I slept without him, do you know?
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Rajesh Swami
