In the sweet lingering darkness
My soul pines for the full moon
and, I behold your light
Anita Bacha
Above is a short poem from my poetry book Soul Poetry- Inspirational Poems, Verses and Quotes, my dear friends.
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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
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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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
Transience of beauty,
Glossy blossoms writhe and fall,
In a matter of time;
Summer flows in my garden,
Perky buds open their folds.
Anita Bacha.
Good morning,my dear friends and readers.
Thank you for viewing and reading.
Sun is going down,
Silvery ripples yo-yo,
Neath catamaran,
Morn waves roar and crash on shore,
On horizon sailing boats .
Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.
Happy Saturday.
Happy Summer Day.
Anita Bacha.
The rose has fallen,
On the stem, a bud opens,
A new phase of life,
On a bed of thorns, she thrives,
Bleeding words of innocence.
Anita Bacha
Many thanks to Japan Society London for selecting my poem as Haiku of the Week on June 22 2022.
Dear friends and readers,
Find out more selected haiku poems from other haiku poets at
japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner
Sharing a few other haiku poems with you here. Trust you will find pleasure in reading them. As the Master of Haiku, Matsuo Bashō reflects-
“Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words and to journey into the depth of many multi-colored words.“
Strolling down the beach
The smell of seaweeds throw back
Heartache memories
One yellow blossom
Midst of golden barley field
A poem is born
Sweet white peonies
Your scent on my pillows
Nights without days
June wheat fields are gold
Basketfuls of freshly baked
Bread in every home
That’s about all for today, dear friends. Thank you for reading. Happy Friday. Blissful end of the week.
Anita Bacha.
The call of the sea
Holds me spellbound as I surf
Up and down the waves
Sunrise golden blades
Slicing coconut tree leaves
Green peacock feathers
The call of the sea
Holds me spellbound as I surf
Up and down the waves
Ethereal sunset
Evening wraps our desires
Nothing is amiss
From light to darkness
Stark and bereft of colors
Joyful tomorrow
Rising sun at dawn
Awakening of the soul
A moment in time
Thank you for viewing and reading, my dear friends and readers.
Mauritius is a beautiful inland in the Indian Ocean. From morning to night, it brims with exquisite colors. Mark Twain said it all ‘Mauritius was made first and then heaven ; heaven was copied after Mauritius’.
Anita Bacha
© Tatiana Iliina, Aurtora Australis, 2021 Today’s foliageHeralding morn auroraFragrant summer days Heaven’s wings outstretchedDawn’s gold fanfare …
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – Fragrant Summer Days – A poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
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