Tag: Writing

Contemplation

May this waiting draw to a close, my love!
That very soon we are united at last,
In a mad and passionate hug;
My heart shall beat with your heart,
Away our tears shall flow in abundant joy,
Shall wet our parched lips of the grief,
Of the pain of thirsting desires;
That blessed under a starry night sky,
Your breath shall melt with my breath,
My eyes bathe in the clear pond of your gaze;
Swept into the furrows of time and space,
We forget the world, the universe, the Creator himself,
We forget the intense longing,
We forget the slow suffering,
That shall exist for us only our guiltless love!
Anita Bacha

Pure Love 💕

GOA Revisited

Sun glows in blue sky,

Gold ripples dance on the sea –

Time to set the sail.

Colorful fishing boats in Santa Paulo

Young tourist poses,

Older man sips lemonade,

Generation gap.

Sea view point

Humble hatched roof hut,

Lies behind tourist hotel,

Fisherman’s sweet home.

Fisherman’s hut in North Goa

Sun sets at seaside,

Colorful streaks brush the sky,

Footprints in wet sand.

Sundowner in Panaji

Sleek evening ripples,

The sun embraces, lying down –

Romantic season!

Beautiful sunset Santa Paulo

Flowers

Just before night falls,

She closes her sleek petals-

Beauty for one day!

Hibiscus flower on the beach of Mauritius

Beautiful flower,

Devoid of sweet redolence-

Queen of the alleys!

Hibiscus flower on coastal area in Goa.

Bees come for honey,

Flowers let down their petals,

On velvety leaves.

Bumble bee and flower in London Summer

The fields speak to me,

Of the fragrance of flowers,

Busy honey bees.

Wild flowers in South Dakota

Old water lily,

Shedding petals on the leaves,

Season comes and goes.

Water lily at Golden Palace, Beijing, China.

INK

Ink leaks from my pen,

Blotchy petals on paper –

I write poesy.

Anita Bacha.

( In the picture, my poetry book INK ! This book consists of 100 love poems and is available in my birth country, Mauritius. It is published by #Éditionsdeloceanindien , a newly- founded publishing house.)

My latest poetry book INK

Hiroshima

My Hiroshima

White doves fly in the blue sky

Orleanders are blooming

Anita Bacha

Orleanders flowers of Hiroshima

Melodies

Morning has broken

Birds repeat their melodies

Time goes on and on

Anita Bacha

Video my own shot at Panaji,Dona Paula, Goa

Bouquet of Roses

Bouquet of roses

Dying in porcelain vase

Gross mediocrity

Anita Bacha

Dear readers, I have joined a group of ‘Haiku challenge ‘ on Twitter and today’s challenge is to write a haiku using the word ‘gross’. I love this challenge .Brainstorming, at times ,nerve racking it keeps me going .Hope you like this one . More are on the way.

Bouquet of roses 🥀

True to His Word

True to his word,

He was there, in the park,

Waiting for her,

She halted, looked around,

His words echoed in her ears,

In the morning gentle zephyr,

‘I will be there!’

‘I will be there for you!’

He cried out,

Last time they met and parted;

Stoic, handsome and shy,

Greener against the blue sky,

He smiled under its vast parasol;

The sight of him warmed her heart;

They talked,

They had so much to say to each other;

Then they fell into a deep silence,

It was not love,

It was not happiness,

It was a soul connection.

Anita Bacha

A tree

Rains

Monsoon season rains

Flooding rivers millet fields –

Lovers soak in love

Anita Bacha

Picture: tumblr.com

RadhaKrishna In rainstorm

Summer Solstice

Sun high in the sky

Where am I going to hide

The worm asks the book

Anita Bacha

Photo credit: Hilda Aakre

Summer Solstice