I fly free with the butterflies,
In the midday sun,
Leaving behind the darkness,
Of the night;
Words are my wings,
Poetry liberates my soul,
From the world’s shackles and lies.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit:Raj Swami
I fly free with the butterflies,
In the midday sun,
Leaving behind the darkness,
Of the night;
Words are my wings,
Poetry liberates my soul,
From the world’s shackles and lies.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit:Raj Swami
Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf π
From green βοΈto amber light,
From yellow to rusty veins;
Behold the game of life,
Like the autumn leaf π
We have lived,
Knowing life is a gift π of God,
Gracefully, we detach,
We take our leave,
Make way for new leaves ππΏππ
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany
Your lips have not touched mine,
Your searing eyes mime,
What your heart cannot hold;
Should I seal with a kiss π
Receive your love or dismiss,
What my heart β€οΈ cannot hold.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Ocean Vibrations
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
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 πΉ
Without you,
I still love you π
Anita Bacha
Illustration/Photography/Anita Bacha/Hibiscus Hotel/Mauritius