Dear friends and poetry lovers
I’m glad to share with you the feature and promotion of my work by Jocelyn Kay, editor and curator of Edge of Humanity Magazine in their New Year 2025 first issue
Thanks for dropping in
Happy reading
Anita Bacha
Par excellence , a major travel destination,
Frankfurt entices the biggest books celebration;
The content literary oriented will find displayed,
Poetry,classics,horror on shelves neatly
arranged;
My flight on British Airways was booked,
A voracious bookworm was hooked;
I have to make it to Frankfurt Buchmesse;
I hazily jump out of bed, rush … rush,
The alarm of my IPhone rings too late,
I am in the kitchen sipping hot chocolate,
Half asleep in my pyjamas, on the toilet seat,
I compose and send an illustrated tweet;
Shampoo and body wash under the hot shower,
Up the stairs I climb to switch off the timer;
So many little but significant things to remember,
When leaving home deserted,mid- October;
A brand new fire linen, voile, white shirt,
A stylish,pleated black cotton skirt;
Colorful leg warmers and thermal socks,
Ouch! the thermal pants pinch my buttocks;
I have radiant, energetic, youthful looks,
I am totally and absolutely obsessed with books;
Trendy in knee high, leather boots,
Matching jacket and a satchel of books;
I drive with zeal to Heathrow Terminal 5,
My mind set on catching the early morning flight.
Anita Bacha
Frankfurter Buchmesse 2024 is branding a powerful motto-
FBF 2024. Is Reading.
Read, Reflect,Relate
I am at FBF 2024 to discover new books and to meet publishers.
It’s my second visit. A few years ago, my book, Soul Poetry published by Partridge was exhibited by Combined Books Exhibit at FBF.
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Happy reading weekend, my friends!
Of your tree so mighty,
I am a leaf so green and tiny;
Neither an apple nor a fig,
I hold on to a twig;
In winter I shiver and I freeze,
In summer I sway in the breeze;
Drenched in torrential rain,
I cry in grief and in pain;
Scalded in the burning sun,
I shrivel and I shun;
A creeper I long to mime,
My arms enlacing you;
Heavenly heights to climb,
My soul enrobing you.
~ Anita Bacha ~
Thank you for your visit my dear friends.
You will find the above and many such poems in my book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge in 2015 , distributed worldwide by Amazon & Barnes and Noble .
If I were a flower,
If I were a flower for the joy of being a flower,
A leaf for being a leaf,
If I were a stem,
If I were a leaf and a stem to dress up a flower,
If I were a flower that you will place on your heart,
If I were all sleek and purple petals,
Petals to cover the nudity of a flower,
If I were a flower that you will place on your heart,
If I were the eyelids for the delight of being the eyelids,
The lashes for being the lashes,
If I were the eyes,
If I were the eyelids and the lashes to cover your eyes,
If I were a tear,
A tear running down a cheek,
A tear that loses itself in the lips,
If I were the lips that caress a flower,
If I were the lips and you were a flower…
Anita Bacha
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.
Excerpt from my debut poetry book “Soul Poetry ‘
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Thank you 😊
In the sweet lingering darkness
My soul pines for the full moon
and, I behold your light
Anita Bacha
Above is a short poem from my poetry book Soul Poetry- Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes, my dear friends.
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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)
SOUL POETRY -Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes is a collection of poems, verses and quotes which driven by wild waves of inspiration I wrote over the past five years. I am not a full time writer or poet. I only write when I am inspired and words start to flow from my pen like drops of nectar on a starve parchment.
The main subject of my poetry, my verses and quotes is Love. Here, I must tell my readers to appreciate that there is only One Love whether it is maternal love, physical love, obsessive love, infatuation or spiritual love to name a few. My book also covers different aspects of human relationships, and different themes from flowers to butterflies. Being a woman, when I write about a lover, I am writing about a man. So you will find a few poems very audacious. I have never found it challenging to write love poems about men. They deserve to be admired and their charms must be carved on paper and for eternity, recognizing that the body is mere rust and dust; the soul is eternal. Behind my every poem, there lies a story.
Anita Bacha
Where to find the book?
Happy Mother’s Day!
Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who passed at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.
FOOTPRINTS
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! She is my inspiration!
Anita Bacha
Thank you for reading
Anita Bacha
Going down High Street,Olympia,
My heart overflows with nostalgia;
On tree tops, I behold,
Blossoms of green and gold;
At the London Book Fair,
Writers and poets fare;
In the pages of each book,
I delve and I look,
Your name is engraved,
By the invisible hand of God.
Anita Bacha
Sad to learn that the world greatest book event, the London Book Fair 2020 is cancelled. I have been visiting the fair stoically for the last five years to exhibit my poetry book and this is where I met the publisher of my debut children’s book The Princess and the Crow in 2016. I was craving to see my book on the shelves of Austin Macauley London. As we say in French ‘l’homme propose, Dieu dispose!’ I, however, salute the decision of the Reeds Exhibition to cancel the event.Better safe than sorry. I look forward to the London Book Fair 2021 with added zeal and ‘ si Dieu le veut’ with a brand new book.
Your voice is an eternal song,
Your voice lulls me to sleep,
Your voice calls me to dream,
Your voice brings tears to my eyes,
Your voice makes me smile,
Your voice seduces my mind,
Your voice unleashes my needs,
Your voice arouses my passion,
Your voice fills up my senses,
Your voice touches my soul,
Your voice is all I heed.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit:Raj Swami//Rajasthan /Parlika
Anita Bacha 