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


Thought for the Day ( DIVALI 2012 -The Festival of Lights)


O Lord! Lead me from darkness to Light

Lead me from ignorance to Knowledge

From illusion to Reality

From death to Immortality

Anita Bacha