NOSTALGIA

Nestled in my arms

You doze off like an angel

Your cheek resting against my breast

Your heart beating to the pace of my heart

I could stay here

Motionless

Watching your sleep

Rave about the moment of joy

To have you all to me

In the stillness of the night

To me all alone

Like the moon to the sky

Alas! The night passes

 The morning dawns

The sad reality of life hits me brutally

Awakens me from my slumber

I unlock my arms in a shudder

 Look one more time at your pretty face

And, I hold a cry of agony!

I swallow my tears!

I have to let you go!

– Anita Bacha –

(9 January 2014  TOMBEAU BAY)

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A RED ROSE

South Indian Rose

South Indian Rose Picture/Illustration/Source/Internet

                   

My parched lips touch the crypt furtively

The biting of the white marble

Down my spine runs shudders weirdly

My eyelids flutter in bewildered rapture

Drops of tear fall down my cheeks

Merging in the dew of a red rose hungrily;

A red rose on your tomb laying silently

With trembling hands I cup the red rose

On my heart I press firmly

A token of your love,

A vestige of the unforgettable past;

The words of my poetry

Where do they come from?

The rhythm of my song

Where does it stem from?

The fragrance of the red rose

Where does it spring from?

The words speak of your love

The rhythm speaks of your love

The red rose speaks of your love

Of your warmth, your tenderness

Your immaculate beauty

They have woven precious history

Is this the end of our story untold?

Or the beginning of a new romance,

An eternal saga of two souls?

Anita Bacha 

 

The Sea

 

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 You growled loudly;

Your hoarse voice I heard clearly;

My steps I hastened towards you;

Halted on the sand still warm,

Out of breath,

The sea, I‘ve been watching you!

Mysterious, a woman you resembled;

In the darkness,

A few stars had assembled,

I imagined your gorgeous beauty,

Gauged your ferocious mighty;

A strong smell I breathed in,

Tears, I guessed, had turned your water salty;

Sated, I turned around,

Ran away to hide,

Returned to my bed to cry;

 

Dawn came, birds chirped noisily;

Awoken, I listened to your silence;

Walked back to watch you, the sea,

Basking in tender quietness;

Behind you, the glorious sun had risen;

Your hair flowing, angry and rippled

In a gentle caress was softened

Hugged like a fond lover

Kissed over and over,

Lulled you were in his delicious warmth;

Conquered by his irresistible charm,

Tranquil, you had fallen into his arms;

Hushed, you were the sea,

A lost love you had found

Anita Bacha

(Pereybere- Mauritius 2013)

The Sea