Winter is cold,
You’re gone,
Ink is frozen,
Words forgotten,
Lone searing eyes,
Stoned with ice.
Anita Bacha
Tag: Writing
BLUE GRASS – A Poem by Anita Bacha
A well kept secret is this flower
That did not bloom in the blue grass
Today the sky is deep green,
The grass is sapphire blue,
I walk up the heath,
To say a last farewell to you,
A well kept secret is this flower,
That didn’t bloom in the blue grass,
Yet its sweet fragrance will linger,
As far as memories will last.
The Faery Tales- Book Review
Author: Lucy Ela Walmsey
Book Title: The Faery Tales
Genre: Juvenile Fiction
I was delighted when Lucy Ela Walmsey invited me to write a review of her children’s book ‘The Faery Tales ‘.
I ordered a Paperback copy on Prime Amazon on 23 June and it was delivered to me the next day, 24 June. Immediately, I started to delve in the pages of this marvelous book,full of colors and magic.
The story tells of the adventure of four friends Willow,Aria,Ember and Delta,set on a magical land, Glen Acre. The four friends are good faerys, who respect and love Nature.
As we travel with our mind’s eye in Glen Acre, we come across bumblebees flying gleefully with the friends riding on their backs, while frogs are singing and bugs are dancing.
Alas, some faerys are bad. They arrive on the scene to spoil the fun of the good faerys and the bumblebees.
However this story has a happy ending. It’s the victory of good over evil, as beautifully written by Lucy.
The message to children that they should respect Nature is a laudable one.
Last but not least, the illustrations by Elie Usher add their weight of gold to this lovely book. For those little ones who cannot read, it is a book packed with amazing pictures that will fly their imagination to fairyland while listening to a parent or a teacher reading to them.
I recommend this book to all lovers of children’s books.
Anita Bacha
Author of ‘The Princess and the Crow ‘.
A Flower in My Hair
Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,
My sweet sweetheart is here,
For the city, he left me asunder,
How I lived without him, I wonder;
Red florets I wore on our wedding night,
The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,
Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,
How I slept without him, do you know?
Anita Bacha
Photo credit: Rajesh Swami
Books
The Night Train of Nagaur
How to tell you,
What is more painful than a blast in the ear,
More painful than a suppressed tear,
More painful than the whistle of a train,I hear;
How to tell you,
Nothing is more painful than your leave,
Feigning that without you I can live;
How to tell you,
What is a beloved without the lover,
Or a lover without the beloved,
Or me without you, or you without me;
How to tell you,
What is the sky without a moon,
Or a moon without the sky,
Or me without you, or you without me.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit -Rajesh Swami
Happy Teddy Day
I close my eyes and I smile,
I think of my teddy by my side,
How chummy can we be,
Under the shower,
When we lather up each other playfully,
And,slurp the water running down our body;
On the bed,
When we touch every part of each other,
And,discover the joy of connubial intimacy;
Every thought of you,
The vegetable biryani we share,
The ride in the auto in the busy fair,
The transience of our meeting,
When you come home from the city,
The farewell,
When you leave to catch the night train,
The helpless look in your beautiful eyes,
A selfie, a promise to remain truthful,
No matter what, the lure,the pull;
My sweet hubby,
As I sit down to milk the cow in the shed,
I recall I am your Chocolaty milkmaid,
The girl from a faraway village,
In your book of fairies, a page;
Illiterate, I don’t know the word ‘Valentine ‘,
All I know, I am yours and you are mine.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit :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
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
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
Photo credit
Anita Bacha 