Requiem for My Beloved

For days and nights I somber in desolation

Praying for salvation;

In answer to my prayers,

 Miraculously the sky broke open

Like the magnificent beaming sun;

You appeared showering blissful grace

 In my forlorn breathing space

 Your gentle warmth kissed my skin

Basked my life with overflowing delight

Bringing a smile on my face

Joy and meaning to my lonesome life;

 You fed me when I was hungry for love;

You befriended me when I had no friend;

You blossom my budding voice

When I could not sing;

You carried me in your loving arms

When I stumbled and could not walk;

You gave me a new lease for life

When my soul spread its wings ready to fly;

You taught me to love myself

 But most of all to love others;

You taught me to realize my inner divinity

 And, to see God in all beings;

You taught me to live without you,

To be detached in life and in love,

To let go and not to hold on to,

Even you, My Beloved

Because you knew you had to go;

Time marches on and waits for none;

Silently behind the clouds you disappeared

As astoundingly as you had emerged

Without a sign, without a sound;

Between two sorrows happiness is an interval;

Nothing is permanent, you said, except love;

Love is eternal;

Live in love, die in love;

 As the river rushes to merge in the ocean

I cannot wait to merge with you, My Beloved!

(Excerpt from my book SAI BABA THE MAKER OF MIRACLES 2015)

 Anita Bacha





I touch your cheek,

I look into your eyes,

I see the pain,

I see the suffering.

You touch my cheek,

You look into my eyes,

You see the pain,

You see the suffering.

I am not your wife,

You are not my husband,

I am not your mother,

You are not my son.

Who am I?

Who are you?

I am the God within,

You are the God within,

You and I are ONE,

We are GOD!

Anita Bacha

(Excerpt from MY JOURNEY WITH GOD- 2008- BY Author)

My Journey with God


I have revised and corrected my first book The Maker of Miracles (2006) and self- published a new edition SAI BABA THE MAKER OF MIRACLES (2015). It is available in epub and emobi versions.

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Thought for the Day

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These days there is a soaring controversy about the appearance of Sathya Sai Baba in the Light Form in different parts of South India. Let it be! We are aware that He lives in our heart and He is always present within.

The marigold in the attached picture is a first bloom .This flower, commonly called ‘Pooja ke Phool’ in Hindi that is the altar flower, opened its petals in a flower-pot on my balcony earlier this week. Strikingly beautiful, fragrant and radiant, it faces and offers its splendor to the open sky like we offer our heart to SAI.

Last year, in the same flower-pot, two baby pigeons were born. A miracle of God! They were exposed to the elements but they survived.

When I witness these small happenings I firmly believe that Baba is present in my life, nay, in the lives of all His devotees in all forms, wherever we are in the world  as much as when He was here with us in the Physical Form.

Loving Sairam!