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
On a fleeting mystic night
In the sleepy waters of the sea
I behold a stunning yakamoz
Alluring ripples of silver and light blue floating
Bewitched by the sight
I drown myself in her beguiling soul
Anita Bacha
‘Yakamoz’ is a Japanese word meaning the reflection of the moon on the surface of water, it can be a lake,a river or the sea or any other expanse of water.
I have just learned this word.It strikes me by its beauty.
Under the showering rain,
Shaken by the swells of the gale,
A sweet, pastel pink, begonia,
A petite, elusive begonia,
Beckons my heart in pain;
A flood of love carries me away,
Drifting me tenderly at bay.
Anita Bacha
Begonia is a short poem from my poetry book‘INK – Echo of life and love’. Published by the biggest publishing house ‘Éditions de L’Ocean Indien’ of Mauritius in 2019.
Sadly, that book is available for purchase solely on the local market. On the other hand and, happily I have a big audience in my birth country. I am loved by the beautiful people of Mauritius and my work is applauded by many.
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends
Happy Evening
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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God only knows,
She saw your smile in the crescent of the moon,
She saw your tears sashaying her window screen,
Or was it raining on a full moon night;
God only knows,
She was madly in love with the idea of you,
The scent of henna on her beloved’s hand,
Breathed the perfume of rose in the desert sand;
God only knows,
How far this traveler had run around the globe,
She saw your footprints in a puddle of water,
She saw your fingers running in her tangled hair,
Or was it the rustling of the mimosa leaves;
God only knows,
She was intoxicated by the words falling from your lips,
She let you feast on her riches and her body,
She let you steal her soul,
She lost herself in you and she came to be you;
God only knows,
She heard her beseeching voice in the haboob,
Or was it the cry of a lamb in the arid dunes,
God only knows.
Anita Bacha
Dear friends and readers, The Other Side of Paradise, is one of the poems that you will find in Part 2 of my poetry book INK, Echo of life and love (2019).
Hope you enjoy the before taste.
Happy reading
Anita Bacha
© Koitsu Tsuchiya, Manazuru Port, c. 1912-1926 (Taisho Period) Silvery moonlightIn the silence of the nightTwo lovers weave dreams Harbour verdant …
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – In the Silence of the Night – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
© Pamela Gatens, Summer Sun Spots, 2019 ☀️ Hues of midday sun🔥 Flaming burnt orange roses💙 Cerulean sky☀️ Wonder golden crowned🔥 Silence furnaced …
Poetry – Hues of Midday Sun – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James.
Lord Shiva is the All- Compassionate Hindu God, who swallowed the deadly poison ‘halahala’ to save the world from annihilation.
It is told, by munis (wise men) and sages, that when creation was complete, Lord Shiva and His Consort, Goddess Parvati went to live on the top of the Kailash Mountain in the Himalayas. Parvati Devi, one day, asked Lord Shiva-
“O Lord! Which of the many rituals observed by your devotees please you most?”
Lord Shiva replied-
“The fourteenth night of the new moon in the dark fortnight, during the month of Phalgun, is My Favorite Day. It is called Shivratri. My devotees give me greater happiness by fasting rather than ceremonial offerings of flowers, sweets and incense. They observe strict spiritual discipline in the day and worship me in four different forms during each of the four successive three-hour periods of the night. The offering of a few bael leaves is more precious to me than the most fragrant flower and the most expensive jewel. They bathe me in milk in the first period, in curd in the second, in clarified butter in the third and in honey, in the fourth and last period. In the morning, after the prescribed ceremonies, they break the fast. No ritual can compare with this simple routine in sanctity.”
It is interesting to note that the bael leaf that we offer in the ceremonial rituals to Lord Shiva is considered sacred as the bael tree grows near the Shiva temple and the leaf has the particularity of blossoming in the shape of a trishul- three small leaves in a tiny twig, one in the middle and, one on each side.
-Anita Bacha-
You walk in my life unaware,
Inviting my pen to play melodies,
Of indescribable beauty on strings,
My fingers throbbing with love;
Don’t walk away unaware,
Breaking the rhythm of my heart beats,
Striking your name on strings,
My fingers blemished in ink;
You are the dancing script,
The humming pen, the amorous words,
You are around me, within me,
You are the poem you whispered in my ear.
Anita Bacha
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
Anita Bacha 