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

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LITTLE FLOWER IN A FURROW

 I was passing by,
One morning,
 A little flower in a furrow
 I saw, peeping at me;
Soft lavender color,
Tender and fragile,
 Flaunting four tiny petals,
A miniscule golden ball,
Her belly button;
Mesmerized, I watched,
Wondered,
Chuckled;
I wanted to touch her,
With my moistened lips,
Caress her glossy folds;
To-morrow!
I cried out and hurried my steps;
Following sunrise,
The furrow was barren,
My eyes wept for her;
In a puddle,
Pale, on her tummy,
 Lifeless and floppy,
The little flower
Floated in rain water;
 Queen for a day, memorable forever,
She won the heart of a joker.

Anita Bacha

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London 

The sun breaks through the clouds,

Dressed in a robe of yellow sprouts,
The time has changed to summer,
The temperature chills of winter;
Eyes burning with sleep at five,
The clock chimes six to arise;
Clad in winter coat, stole, bonnet and boots,
Londoners hurry to catch the tube
Anita Bacha

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SPRING IN DÜSSELDORF 

A first bloom,

A first flower,
In a barren garden,
A God sent boon;
She stoops,
Stretches a shaky hand;
A miracle has fallen,
In a lonely garden;
A fragile blossom,
She clutches to her bosom,
Forgetting the dark memories,
The cold lonely days;
A blossom of sun rays,
At last,
To warm her waning age
Anita Bacha

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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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Inspired by Shakespeare

‘From women’s eyes
This doctrine, I derive;
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, and the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world’
William Shakespeare

My poetry book ‘Soul Poetry ‘ published by Partridge is hosted by the London Book Fair 2017 at the Poetry Pavilion from 14 to 16 March.

It’s a dream come true.

Last year, I had the disagreeable surprise to discover that my book was not on the display shelf of the exhibitor. I was on the verge of tears 😭. I had paid for the exhibition et voilà!

Luckily I had a copy of the book in my bag and an akward situation was saved,impromptu. A book fair worm, I have learnt that mishaps do occur at book fairs. Nobody is to be blamed.Nobody is conning you.

I resolved then and there, though,that I will ,in the future,exhibit my books myself!

Hence, in exactly one week, I am flying to London with 20+ copies of my book for exhibit at the Poetry Pavilion!

If you are at the LBF 2017, don’t forget to visit us!

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