SPRING IN DÜSSELDORF 

A first bloom,

A first flower,
In a barren garden,
A God sent boon;
She stoops,
Stretches a shaky hand;
A miracle has fallen,
In a lonely garden;
A fragile blossom,
She clutches to her bosom,
Forgetting the dark memories,
The cold lonely days;
A blossom of sun rays,
At last,
To warm her waning age
Anita Bacha

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SPRING IS HERE

With a magic splash of fresh paints,

Trees and plants,
Grim and dark,
With a spark,  
Into emerald green, are changed,
 Donned is the sky in glistening blue,
 Splendid and meek, the golden sun,
 Flirts jauntily,
 Budding flowers kissing delicately,
Coaxing beauty in the fun;
As spring plays with colors,
With the melodious songs of birds,
With the waltz of cheery butterflies,
With the noble heart of man,
New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt,
Blossom gaily in the garden of life .
– Anita Bacha –

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London Book Fair17 

Going down High Street,Olympia,My heart overflows with nostalgia;

On tree tops,I behold

Blossoms of green and gold;

At the London Book Fair,

Writers and poets fare;

In the pages of each book,

I delve and I look,

Your name is engraved by the invisible

Hand of God.

Anita Bacha

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CHAINS 

‘Be not afraid of greatness,Some are born great,

Some achieve greatness,

And others have greatness thrust upon them.’

Willam Shakespeare 

I fell in love with books when I started school at the age of four. Later, I discovered my father’s collection of classic French literature novels. His bookcase was never locked. I gained easy access to ‘NOTRE DAME DE PARIS’ of the French novelist, VICTOR HUGO and ‘LES LIAISONS DANGEREUSES’ of HONORE DE BALZAC. The book worm that is in me devoured them passionately. I was eleven.
Simultaneously, I toyed with the idea of writing a book. In my fertile imagination, I saw my name printed on the book cover. Eventually, I wrote and published my first novel in 2006. The book is a narrative account of my experiences as a follower of a Spiritual Guru. Introverted, shy and lacking in self confidence, I did not publish the stories which I wrote about promiscuity, casual sex and other similar subjects which troubled me enormously when I was a child. Until later in life, I channelled my hidden emotions and irrational compulsions to the public audience by my poetry.
 POEM – CHAINS                                        
Chains I devotedly wore,
Tenderly forced on me of yore;
Overly esteemed,
Chains of love lived,
Of carnal sin,
Of sweet give in;
Guarding my fugue,
My getting lost,
Wandering, 
Venturing,
 In a world of seemingly chaos,
Of sweet illusions,
Fairy tales and apparitions,
Alluring snares and ambush,
Lies so tasty,
Far from the grim reality;
Chained,
 I lived and loved;
A dream I had yet,
A dream so delicious,
Ingenious,
Haughty, I guessed!
To burst my chains,
Engulf deep into my soul,
My true self to behold
And never to be chained!
– Anita Bacha –

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Cross Over 

I loved you,my beloved,More than my heart could hold,

You promised to love me forever,

To hold my hand,

To walk with me till the end of time,

But your love proved weak,

You left me half-way to paradise.

Anita Bacha

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Inspired by Shakespeare

‘From women’s eyes
This doctrine, I derive;
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, and the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world’
William Shakespeare

My poetry book ‘Soul Poetry ‘ published by Partridge is hosted by the London Book Fair 2017 at the Poetry Pavilion from 14 to 16 March.

It’s a dream come true.

Last year, I had the disagreeable surprise to discover that my book was not on the display shelf of the exhibitor. I was on the verge of tears 😭. I had paid for the exhibition et voilà!

Luckily I had a copy of the book in my bag and an akward situation was saved,impromptu. A book fair worm, I have learnt that mishaps do occur at book fairs. Nobody is to be blamed.Nobody is conning you.

I resolved then and there, though,that I will ,in the future,exhibit my books myself!

Hence, in exactly one week, I am flying to London with 20+ copies of my book for exhibit at the Poetry Pavilion!

If you are at the LBF 2017, don’t forget to visit us!

http://poetryofanitabacha.com

Words

Words,

Precious psychic words,

Fly me to my love!

Words,

Iridescent,

Powerful, mighty eagles,

Fly me to my love!

Up and above,

Valleys and mountain tops,

Oceans and lands,

Fly me to my love!

Touch him,

Kiss him,

Fondle him,

Squeeze him!

Words,

Awesome,

Divine words,

Fly me to my love!

Pierce his heart,

Conquer his soul,

Possess him,

Enchant him,

Make him my own!

Words,

Infinite,

Invisible atoms of my soul,

Fly me to my love!

Words,

Resounding,

Screeching,

Ejaculating in joyous delight,

Fly me to my love!

Anita Bacha©

Excerpt from my book ‘SOUL POETRY-INSPIRATIONAL POEMS, VERSES & QUOTES