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

 

 

 

MEXICO’S Guadalajara Book Fair 2016

The Combined Books Exhibit, New York,displays at the Guadalajara Book Fair 2016

SOUL POETRY INSPIRATIONAL POEMS VERSES & QUOTES

Author Anita Bacha

Publisher Partridge India

Book Sellers, Book Lovers,Librarians and the public are invited.

Open until December 05 2016

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Last year’s picture

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Happy Mother’s Day

THE APPLE OF MY EYE

 

She was walking on the beach

A long skirt hiding her knees

Dotted with tiny blue florets

A white linen blouse flattened her bosom

Prude,

She never wore a bathing suit

 

Immaculate as the sunset

Pretty as a picture

Mysterious as the sea

Smiling to herself

Poetic, in love, sweet,

A dreamer

She fell in love only once

People said

The blessed day was her wedding day

 

A long trail of foot steps

She left

Printed in the moist sand

In joyous innocence

Behind her I walked

Placing my steps

One by one in her wake

She was the apple of my eye!

She was my mother!

Anita Bacha

http://www.poetryofanitabacha.com

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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

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Mauritius, a former British colony, won its independence in March 1968. Simultaneously, 300 (official) and more children left the country in intercountry adoption until the year 1988. In that year, intercountry adoption became under the strict control of the Government. In 1993, Mauritius as a party State of The Hague Conference signed the Hague Intercountry Adoption Convention on the Protection of Children and Co-operation between States.

I dedicate this poem to all the Mothers of the World

 My Birth Mother and My Adoptive Mother

Her shiny brown eyes like ripe tamarind pulp

 Her olive color skin, her long flowing black hair

Her cute oval face and sweet, crying voice

Her fragrance, vetiver interlaced with wild musk

Tore my heart apart as I let go of her linen camisole

She is my mother!

 Locked in her arms, I snuggle, forgetful of the world

Throwing my legs and arms in gleeful abandon

I yawn

Languidly I open my eyes

 Her loving, sky blue gaze

Her porcelain white skin glowing in the sun light

Her golden curls dancing around her pretty face

Her perfume, carnation interlaced with red rose

Fill my heart as I bury my head in her silken stole

She is my mother!

Mother is the one who renounced me

Mother is the one who found me

Mother Is

Mother always will be

 Anita Bacha

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WHO ARE YOU GOD?

WHO ARE YOU, GOD?

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

SAI BABA THE MAKER OF MIRACLES

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.

Get your copy from my website

http://www.avataramall.com

or send me an email at

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