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.

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

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Sopping Flower 🌺

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

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Without You

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 🌹

Without you,

I still love you 😍

Anita Bacha

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The Divine Dance

My sweet beloved
Dance with me
On this melody of love 💕

My sweet beloved,

Your lover dances,

Whirls and swirls,

On heavenly music;

Intoxicated with agony,

Your lover spins,

Twirls and swirls,

Longing for your lips;

My sweet beloved,

Dance with me

On this melody of love,

As I am in you,

You are in me,

You are the essence of the essence.

Anita Bacha

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