SPRING FRISKIES

The fall forays my garden as a sorceress,

The sky covering the morning sun with thick dimness;
Broom sweeps, leaves and flowers fly off in a maelstrom,
 Cold downpours freeze the subterranean thunderstorm;
Birds flee up in the skies with a scream;
Trout hide under the stones of the stream;
I look full of hope, my love, at the radiance in the horizon;
No matter the rain, the cold, the melancholy of the autumn season,
Whatever the absence, the long days of waiting, the starless nights,
Whatever the tears, the suffering and the frights,
I wait, mad lover that I am, for your return in spring;
 Pining for the promised kisses, the delirious frolics in the field,   
 I dream of the elating scent of the rose on your tanned skin,
 Of poppies, crushing on your mouth my stolen longing.
Anita Bacha

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RICHARD PARKER THE MAN CHILD

I WROTE THIS POEM FOR A YOUNG MAN I MET IN RAJASTHAN IN 2013. HIS NAME WAS NOT ‘RICHARD PARKER’..I GAVE HIM THIS PET NAME…HIS REAL NAME WAS ANKIT…A MAN CHILD…

Through your eyes of sweet folly,

I found, on a summer holiday,

A wonderland!

A whirlpool of magical delights!

In the woods, birds ‘nests full with mint candies,

French nougat and jelly babies;

Hanging from the branches of the banyan tree,

Strands of spaghetti;

In the singing brook, enticing chocolate wafers!

When, at the seaside, you laughed heartily

Amused that the sand tickled your toes,

Wildly happy that the waves licked your bare skin

And, with bursting joy you yelled,

I discovered a man child,

Yielding, warm, whimsical,

Aspiring to impossible dreams!

 You built castles on the wet sand,

Sketched with seawater our portrait,

 Ordering the sun not to set,

Time to suspend its flight!

You weaved seaweeds in my hair

Bedecking seashells in the gray strands,

Claiming that they were golden threads

That I was your queen,

The Queen of Arabian Nights!

At dusk, in the howling sea of Pereybere

Your body drifting close to mine listlessly

 Clasping my hand tightly

Richard Parker you made a sacred vow

“The falling star in the sky, see?”

“I will catch it and put it in your hand of my Ani!”

Then why did you leave so unceremoniously?

Anita Bacha

(Pereybere Mauritius 2015)

About PETER PAN, THE BOY WHO WOULD NOT GROW UP… IS A CHARACTER CREATED BT THE SCOTTISH NOVELIST AND PLAYWRIGHT, J.M.BARRIE.

About PETER PAN, THE MOVIE WAS MADE BY THE ARAB MILLIONAIRE LIVING IN LONDON. HIS SON DODI FELL IN LOVE WITH PRINCESS DIANA,THE PRINCESS OF WALES. THEY BOTH DIED IN A TERRIBLE CAR ACCIDENT IN 1994.DODI, WHO WAS A BACHELOR SAW IN DIANA,HIS SOUL MATE..ONE OF THE GREATEST LOVE STORIES OF OUR TIMES.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY POETRY 

My poetry is my inseparable lover

At night I snuggle and slumber with her

A velvety couch of imagery is our dream

Of mystic lands beings and forms unseen

In the morning my eyes open to her beauty

In her silky tresses I thread myself furtively

Her kisses are words of ecstasy

Burning my skin as evanescent paper arduously

As she carves with the pen of immortality

She turns to ashes my poet’s frisk and folly

Turning my heart to lyrics of past life and mystery

Together we plough in the pasture of eternity 

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Dream of Sai Baba

Sharing the dream story of Sai Devotee Ankit.

Reproduced in the own words of Ankit, this write-up is overwhelmingly sweet and packed with innocence and purity.Treat your eyes!

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 Sharing a Sai Dream

Courtesy of Ankit Sharma

 On Thursday 08 January 2015, I had an exceptionally beautiful dream of Sri Sathya Baba which I am sharing with all our friends and Sai devotees.

In the dream I see my friend and I with so many devotees standing in a very big hall of a temple. This temple is surrounded by so many trees and is situate in a jungle. We are feeling so much peace and sacred vibes all around the temple.

 In this big hall of temple there is a big tree and under the tree there is a very beautiful statue of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. Near the tree and the statue there is room that is closed from inside. 
All the devotees are standing there with so much impatience and waiting for someone who is inside the room. Only my friend and I don’t know who is inside the room but other devotees know who is inside.

After few hours of waiting the door is opened by someone who is inside the room. My friend and I feel that this person is sitting in a deep meditation from long times. When he opens the room from the room so much sacred smoke of ‘dhoop’ or smoke of ‘agarbatti’ comes out from the room with this man.
However we do not see very well this man’s face. We are still trying to recognize who is this man when this man completely comes out from the room.
We see his face and this is what we see … He is our Baba Sri Sathya Sai Baba himself in orange color robe looking so sweet and beautiful.  In his one hand there is ‘aarti  thali’ and he starts to do ‘aarti’   facing to the room door . Then one person, who is standing near to us, says that Baba is doing ‘aarti’ of his own guru first. 
After this ‘aarti’, Baba faces to the tree and his own statue Sri Sathya Sai Baba and starting to do ‘aarti’  and Baba is singing  the aarti  song and all the devotees are following to Baba in chorus and all are singing the ‘ aarti’ song.
Then a man who is very small in height took a “ganti’ (cymbal) in his hand and start to play the “ganti’ with a  stick and same time he is dancing from left to right in ecstasy.
After completing the ‘aarti’, Baba comes near to the tree and statue. He starts to talk to the statue. We are looking to the Baba. Then Baba says to all of devotees:

“Yes I can talk to my statue!”

 We can also hear the voice which is coming from the statue when Baba is talking to the statue.  Baba says so many times to us that Yes I can talk to my statue! Yes I can talk to my statue! Yes I can talk to my statue! After this, Baba turned to face His devotees and blessed us all with one hand raised. Then my friend and I look into the eyes of Baba and we see a wonderful vision of Baba. We see the whole world in His eyes! For us, it is a very special darshan of the Lord!

Sairam!

The Conception and Birth of the Sri Sathya Sai Gold Lingam Statue

 Aum Sri Sai Ram

Sri Banke Bihari

The fascinated journey started on the 05 December 1982. I visited the Vrindavan Ashram of the Sri Sathya Sai Baba at Whitefield in Bangalore, a State in the South of India. The Baba ‘called’ for me. Blessed with a good dose of insight, I knew in advance that wonderful things were going to happen to satiate my hunger for the mystic and the supernatural.

Magnificent things did happen in the Divine Presence of the Sri Sathya Sai Baba. Captivated by an unfailing feeling of awe and astonishment, to top the cream of eerie coincidences, quizzical confusion, ambiguous situations and bouts of illusion mixed with reality, I saw a Holy Vision (Sudarshana) of the Sri Baba under the broad daylight! The white marble statue of the Lord Sri Krishna, also known as the Lord of Vrindavan (or The Flute Player) which stood gracefully in the garden of the ashram turned into the living image of the Sri Baba playing the flute under my bewildered eyes! I was stunned! Spellbound!

Years after and more precisely in 2013, in an unforeseen event I met a remarkable creative artist, Ankit Sharma, in Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan.  During a conversation which I had with him and by mere coincidence, he told me that his roots originated from a Jangid Brahman family who made statues of God in white marble. I jumped with joy! Ankit was told in minor details about my Holy Vision of the Sai and how the white marble statue of the Sri Krishna metamorphosed into the Baba under my nose and my marveled eyes.

In turn, Ankit related to me his secret dreams of the Baba. Embarrass, he admitted that he was not a devotee and had never seen the Baba, yet he had so many dreams of Him. He was bowled over!

 Feeling absolutely blessed and, to discover the true meaning of the holy vision and the secret dreams, we, on the spot and without ado, planned a trip to Vrindavan in Uttar Pradesh, to visit the holy abode of the Lord Krishna.

 Accompanied by friends and family members, we set out on a five days’vist to Vrindavan on a memorable 29 November 2013.Ankit was our guide! Our schedule consisted of a holy pilgrimage to the Banke Bihari Temple, the Sri Radha Damodar Mandir and the Iskcon Temple, among others. What we found was sheer Beauty! In every cornerstone, in every leaf, every petal, every bead of the “tulsi’ japa mala, every sound, every echo, we found God. There, in Vrindavan, we both received guidance from the Baba to conceive and to bring to life the Sri Sathya Sai Gold Lingam Statue. The task allotted to us was a true blessing. We performed it with humility, faith and great joy.

 In no time and by the Grace of the Lord we set up our e-commerce.

The Gold Lingam which symbolizes the seed of Creation is the exclusivity of Our Baba Idol, made with Pure Unconditional Love, uniquely for Pure Unconditional Love!

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Thought for the Day

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A Sai Dream Come True

The Truth upholds the fragrant Earth and makes the living water wet. Truth makes fire burn and the air move, makes the sun shines and all life grow.

 A hidden truth supports everything. Find it and win (Ramayana)

As you progress along the spiritual path,

You should walk hand in hand with God;

In whatever form you see Him, God is your ultimate guide and helper;

He will carry you forward on the spiritual path if only you will establish real contact with Him

(Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)

In December 2004, I was spending Christmas with my son, Toshlen Anil, at Baba’s ashram in Puttaparthi. I vaguely recall dreaming of Sai often in those days compared to the present days when Sai comes very rarely in my dreams. Possibly the reason behind this rests in the fact that after Swami left the mortal coil, I left the Sai Organization and became engulfed in the material world with all its ominous consequences.

To come back to the topic of Sai Dreams, one night I dreamt that I was sitting in the Sai Kulwant Hall. My gaze was fixed on Swami. Around me, there were devotees singing Bhajans. Undisturbed I continued to look in wonderment at the Lord. All of a sudden, the whole body of Swami shrank into the size of a mini doll. I was incredulously stunned with the vision of Swami as a tiny Japanese doll!

I could not find an interpretation of this crushingly beautiful dream although I enquired about its meaning from many Sai devotees, including Sri Ram Chugani, Co-coordinator for Japan, when the latter was alive and I met him at the Kobe Sai Centre in Japan in 2009.

The meaning of this dream suddenly dawned upon me last night when I was talking on the phone to a business man in India. I ordered a statue of Swami from this man who is a supplier of ‘moortis’ (statues). We were in contact daily to get the minutest details about the perfect statue as I had envisioned Baba in yet another dream. The man was very patient and extremely respectful, bless him! He sent him many pictures of the statue in the cutting and fabrication process. Finally, last night he sent me by email a profile picture of the statue for my approval.

I opened the mailer and I was bowled over at the sight of the statue! It was exactly like I saw Baba in my 2005 dream! A Japanese doll!

I immediately run to my bookshelf, I got hold of ‘The Maker of Miracles’, a novel which I wrote and published in the USA in 2006. I quickly and excitedly delved in the pages. Under the chapter ‘Dreams of BABA’ at page 110, I wrote these precognitive words –‘A few days before, I was watching Bhagawan Baba closely at darshan when suddenly and by miracle, Baba shrank into the size of a baby boy before my bewildered eyes. He looked like a sweet Japanese doll for a split second then he returned to normal.’

Strange as it may seem, Baba monitors all the happenings in our life. I will add that even this man, the supplier of the statue, when I first met him, I told him –‘You know what? Sai Baba told me that I would meet you one fateful day and your presence in my life will be a stepping stone in my spiritual journey!

At the Lotus Feet of SAI

Anita Bacha

23 January 2014 Mauritius