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

A Poem

In the deep silence of twilight,

I hear the screech of your pen on my heart;

Tears flow from my eyes,

Because I know you carve this poem for me;

Your fingers, speckled with ink,

Sketch words of love on my body,

Caress my lips thirsty of your kisses,

Paint my hair the colour of dawn

Anita Bacha



With a magic splash of fresh paints,

Trees and plants,
Grim and dark,
With a spark,  
Into emerald green, are changed,
 Donned is the sky in glistening blue,
 Splendid and meek, the golden sun,
 Flirts jauntily,
 Budding flowers kissing delicately,
Coaxing beauty in the fun;
As spring plays with colors,
With the melodious songs of birds,
With the waltz of cheery butterflies,
With the noble heart of man,
New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt,
Blossom gaily in the garden of life .
– Anita Bacha –

The Night of Shiva in Mauritius


In spiritual life, each aspirant seeks and appeases his spiritual hunger according to his belief, taste or talent. 

Grand Bassin, dotingly called ‘Ganga Talao’, is a Crater Lake situate in a secluded mountain area in the South of Mauritius. Nestled deep in the core recess of the heart of the island, Grand Bassin is recognized as a sacred lake and a replica of the Holy Ganges by the Hindu populace.  Every year, thousands of pilgrims from the four corners of the island converge to its precincts; they collect the sacred water of the lake, to offer to Lord Shiva, on the occasion of Maha Shivratree or ‘The Night of Shiva’. This year, the Night of Shiva is celebrated on 24 February. Zealous pilgrims from the north, the east and the west have started to trek to the south since Friday last, blessed by the intermittent drizzles of the rainy season.




Graceful, gorgeous white skinned Lord!

You wear the moon on your head,

You are the elixir of life,

Remover of pain and suffering;


Immutable, powerful three-eyed Lord!

You are the embodiment of light,

Bestower of joy and ecstasy,

Destroyer of darkness and ignorance;


My song is a prayer to you,

My dance is worship to you,

My body is your temple,

My soul belongs to you!

Anita Bacha

Illustration/Photography/ Anita Bacha

Illustration Video/ Courtesy of Flying Freaks Aerial Cinematography




Sometimes leaves fall,
Sometimes leaves are dropped,
The leaves do not grow back,
The tree stands stripped,
But, if its roots and stem are strong,
New leaves will bud and blossom;
Sometimes loved ones sever the bond,
Sometimes people make them go,
The loved ones wane in oblivion,
We stay alive, bare;
But, if our heart and our urge are selfless,
New relations will emerge and bloom.