May be money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a nice little farm and that’s happy enough for me
Lois Greiman
Good morning my dear friends
Thank you for your visit
Be happy
Anita Bacha

May be money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a nice little farm and that’s happy enough for me
Lois Greiman
Good morning my dear friends
Thank you for your visit
Be happy
Anita Bacha

Intensely perfumed
Queen of Arabian nights
Silken petals rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Transiting at Dubai on my way home, a heavenly bouquet of damask roses in my hotel room knocked me off my feet. Crazy,I am bringing to you a redolence damask rose.
Anita Bacha

Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul
For this child nothing is impossible
Paulo Coelho
Author of The Alchemist
As a child I was fond of reading books.My papa offered me my first illustrated children’s book in French ‘Toto et Titi’ when I was three. I delved in the pages of my treasured book and I had a dream. I dreamt of my name on the front cover of the book.
I cherished the dream for a long time. Writing a book for children sounded like impossible… a poetry book for adults crossed my mind often. Yet I hold on to the dream of writing a book for all the children in the world.
This dream became true when many many years after, I wrote and published my debut children’s book, The Princess and the Crow.
Many of you may have read that book and many of you are aspiring authors.
Hold the hand of the child that lives in your soul and make the impossible become possible NOW.
Anita Bacha

Thank you for reading my dear friends.
Happy Holidays
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Golden aurora
Striving against the sunlight
Pompous sunflower
Anita Bacha
A haiku inspired by Goff James’ poem ‘robed in pompous words
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Black crow high in sky
Entreats the arcane cosmos
For a rosy flight
Anita Bacha
Photo source my own clicked at Panaji ,Dona Paula,Goa.
Thank you for traveling with me,my dear friends.

Frozen rose garden
Silent miles of snow whitens
Days without evenings
Anita Bacha
Decades ago, a young woman arrived in England to pursue academic and professional studies. She came from a tropical island in the Indian Ocean where the sun shines all through the two tropical seasons, summer and winter.
A white cotton ball fell on the tip of her nose ,one December morning while she hurried to Earl’s Court tube station on her way to Lincoln’s Inn at Chancery Lane.
That first ball was followed by uncontrollable number of snow flakes. She cried with joy!That young woman was me.
It was the first time I saw snow in my life!
Now I enjoy writing about snow and winter.

I hope you enjoy my winter haiku, my dear friends.
Happy Holidays!
Anita Bacha
Morning frozen sun
Winter cherry blossom trees
Wrapped up in snow coats.
Anita Bacha

Good morning, my dear friends!
Thank you so much for viewing and reading.
Winter morning blues
Open balcony
Floating scent of rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Happy start of the week

Look at me and hear me
Because I’m here just for that
I am your moon
And your moonlight too
I am your flower garden
And your water too
I have come all this way
Eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
O Sweet Bitterness !
I will soothe and heal you
I will bring you roses
I too have been covered with thorns
Rumi

Perpetual eve
Sunflower tints thwart the shore
Sky drapes in saffron
Anita Bacha
Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends
