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

 

 

 

I DANCE IN ECSTASY

A poem inspired by the Sega dancers of Mauritius. Originally the Sega dance was performed by enslaves around a bonfire to spend their lonely nights and to protest against injustices. The Sega is sung in the local dialect, Creole, and the musical instruments, the most popular being the ‘ravanne’ and the ‘triangle’ are made locally. In our time, a tourist entertainment, the Sega is danced by all.

I DANCE IN ECSTASY

Intoxicated with the elixir of love,

My head spins with the fiery beats of the tropical drums,

As my body swirls and whirls with the rhythmic vibes

The burning sand scorching the sole of my feet,

I dance and I dance in ecstasy!

Imbued with passion, my heart soars high above,

Like a shooting star in broad day light

Falls back in the blue lagoon with candid delight

I dance and I dance in ecstasy!

Shrouded in a mist of mirage,

In the horizon I see your image.

In frantic folly I run to tenderly hold you…

The mystic drums stop me,

The enchanting melody beckons me,

Lifts me up and invigorates me,

Fills my soul with bursting fantasy

I dance and I dance in ecstasy!

Anita Bacha

http://poetryofanitabacha.com/

 

A LEAF OF YOUR TREE

A LEAF OF YOUR TREE

Of your tree so mighty

I am a leaf so green and tiny

Neither an apple nor a fig

I hold on to a twig

In winter I shiver and I freeze

In summer I sway in the breeze

Drenched in torrential rain

I cry in grief and pain

Scalded in the burning sun

I shrivel and I shun

A creeper I long to mime

My arms enlacing you

Heavenly heights to climb

My soul enrobing you

Anita Bacha

Illustration/Artist/Francis Apied

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THE COLOURS OF MONSOON

Drizzling Rain

Drizzling Rain Picture/Source/Internet

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The fading colours of the rainbow

The autumn flowers in the meadow

An unfinished canvas

Remind me of an unsung melody

Of an impossible love story

A painful reminiscence of you

Your smile has this magic hue

Priding the colours of your youth

The beauty of colours so smooth

I learn to love the colour red

Red as the lining of the setting sun

Red as the petal of the first rose in spring

Red as the colour of your mouth chewing betel nut

I learn to love the colour brown

Brown as the soft mud in the wet alley of Mathura

Brown as the bark of the sandalwood tree

Brown as the colour of your skin under the monsoon rain

I learn to love the colour dark

Dark as the depth of the burning night

Dark as the shadow of the moon

Dark as the mystery of your pleading eyes

I throw the colours around and above

I let them go

The colours fall back with a sigh

Anita Bacha

 

ENVOLÉE D’UN PAPILLON

 

 Tu survoles loin dans les prés de jade doré

Sous la chaleur enchanteresse du soleil de l’été

Grisé  de délire juvénile et de joie

Tu  défoules  librement de fleur en fleur comme un roi

 

Efflorescences qui se reconnaissent entre mille fleurs

La charnelle vante ses chatoyantes couleurs

 La plus parfumée exalte ses arômes voluptueux

 La coquine essaie de t’emprisonner  dans sa corole

Une  fleur qui n’a pas de parfum te guette jalousement

Une autre,  les pétales décolorés, te regarde tristement

 

Tu  valses et tu joues, ton cœur est pris ailleurs

L’œillet chatouille ton nez

Le coquelicot est trop ridé

 Trop timide la violette

 

Quant à la rose, mystérieuse et distingué,

Elle ne ressemble pas aux autres fleurs

A l’abri de sa chambre couleur verte,

Elle se cache à déplier ses pétales soyeux

Complètement  cultivée elle quitte son énorme lien en bleu

Dans tout l’éclat de sa beauté

Céleste,  parfumé à tourner la tête de l’amant passionné

 La superbe rose est ta reine incontestée

Anita Bacha

Illustration/Artist/Francis Apied

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