Lover’s Dream

My dream wiggles out of the dormant shell,

Like a snail drenched in celestial deluge,

A dream of red wine that fills the lover’s heart;

My drunken mouth finds your soft mouth,

Crystallizes into an evening of dew,

My ardent lips find your moist lips,

In a kiss predestined and long due;

A kiss of flesh, a kiss of blood,

A kiss so divine,

Uniting our body and soul,

Once again in many lives;

A union blessed by the gods in heaven,

Sprinkled with holy rain drops and drizzly tears,

Precious gems thread in a rosary to chant our name,

Cheered by the moon and the stars ardently,

Lovers reborn in eternity

Anita Bacha

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!