Begonia – A Short Poem by Anita Bacha


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

Photo and Poem cc. Anita Bacha 2023.

If I were a flower- A Poem by Anita Bacha

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

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The Other Side Of Paradise – A Love Poem by Anita Bacha


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

Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – In the Silence of the Night – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James

© 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

Poetry – Hues of Midday Sun – An Emojiku 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.

Shiva and Parvati

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-

Hindu God Lord Shiva and His consort Parvati Devi

You Are

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

Freedom

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

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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 🍂

We have lived,

Knowing life is a gift 💝 of God,

Gracefully, we detach,

We take our leave,

Make way for new leaves 🍀🌿🍃🍀

Anita Bacha

Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany

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Speck of Pink

Your lips have not touched mine,

Your searing eyes mime,

What your heart cannot hold;

Should I seal with a kiss 😘

Receive your love or dismiss,

What my heart ❤️ cannot hold.

Anita Bacha

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