SPRING IS HERE

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 –

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AMOUR 

Amour,
Your name, I wrote in the sand,
The sand washed away;
Your name, I have forgotten;
Your smile haunts me still;
Your mouth too,
Small and pouting,
Sweet and sour, as a ripe Chinese shrub guava,
Red in craving;
Your eyes,
Yeah, your eyes!
Secretive, mysterious, impossible to unveil,
Bury the covert affairs that you relished,
Enclosing forever your secret!
Love of one night!
Love of a summer holiday!
As the sand slides between my fingers,
Your silhouette slips away from me,
Disappears in the skyline,
Swept away by the waves,
Leaving behind,
The silence,
which is killing me.

Anita Bacha

Illustration/Photography/Anita Bacha

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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
Illustrative photography/Anita Bacha

 

KL Revisited

I return to Kuala Lumpur,after six months,to visit the best Oriental Osteo Care Clinic in Malaysia.

Worn knee caps, sciatica pain in the left upper leg imposed this visit,in this hot part of the world, upon me.

I am advised to eat fatty fish, salmon,mackerel,sardines to mention a few. I refrain from saying ‘I am a vegetarian’. My host ,instantly announces’to the fish market.’

He drives to the market at Hasar Besar,Taman Tun, Dr.Ismail.

We are welcomed with the surrounding joy of Christmas 🎄.

Everybody , the fish monger,the vegetable seller,the grocerer are all striving to make a living and others, are striving to live and are here to shop for food.

I respect others and I respect ✊ food.

I learned from the Bhagavad Gita ‘ there is God both in the dog and the dog eater.’

We buy 2 big Red Snapers, 2 bunches of watercress, root vegetables, fresh tomatoes and ‘fines herbes’to make a Mauritian speciality,the ‘Bouillabaisse de Poisson 🐟 ‘.  A ‘delice ‘ for the tongue when accompanied with boiled  white rice, ground coconut  and mashed potato chutneys.

CHICAGO 

A few months ago, more precisely in May, I visited Chicago in Illinois in the company of my son, Toshlen.

My poetry book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge India was exhibited by the Combined Book Exhibit of New York at the Book Expo America.

I seized the opportunity to travel to America and I dragged Toshlen along. I was at my third visit to the States. For an unknown reason I am attracted to this country.

On 13 May, we took the bus from Dr. Martin Luther King, Mc Cormick Place to S Indiana Avenue. Toshlen gave me a treat of seafood in a posh restaurant. 

On our way back, he clicked this photo and said 

‘Ma, Donald Trump will win the elections in November!’

He pointed out to me the name ‘TRUMP’ on a building. Being short sighted,I could not see the name but Trump has indeed won the elections. Rough guess or prediction ⁉️

Illustration/Photography/Toshlen Bacha 

READING 

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”Aurelius Augustinus

“Die Welt ist ein Buch.Wer nie reist,sieht nur eine Seite davon “Aurelius Augustinus 

LAND OF PREDILECTION

India my land of predilection

You enthrall my soul

A miracle, a benediction

Secret love lived and untold

Memories garnish my aging heart

As I stand on death’s threshold

A spiritual guru who guided my script art

A man who inspired the pen I hold

Land of saints, gods and statues

Disparity, fun, marvel and the unexplained

I carved an image of human values

On the whore, the poor and the betrayed

In my exquisite five stars’ hotel room

I lit an incense stick and I meditate

My life has been an exploration of the gloom

That shrouds the ignorant and the illiterate

My experience of books

Of novels and poems celebrating love

Leaves me insatiate and bleaks my looks

In pages only I find the meaning of ‘love’

Anita Bacha©

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