Precious psychic words!

Fly me to my love!



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!



Divine words!

Fly me to my love!

Pierce his heart,

Conquer his soul,

Possess him,

Enchant him,

Make him my own!



Invisible atoms of my soul,

Fly me to my love!




Ejaculating in joyous delight,

Fly me to my love!


Fly me to my love!



Copyright Anita Bacha



“My Poetry”


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 morn 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

Tuning my heart to lyrics of past life and mystery

Together we plough in the pasture of divinity



Copyright 2012, Anita Bacha



“Lord Rama and the Frog”

Once, the Hindu God and Warrior Prince Lord Rama, was walking in the forest. He was stopped by his devotees, both men and animals. They had prayed for a long time and many lives for a close view of the Lord. They all fell at his lotus feet for divine blessings and grace.

Lord Rama was overwhelmed by the devotion of his subjects and he involuntarily let go of his bow to embrace them, one by one. The bow sadly landed on the tiny leg of a frog who was a big devotee of the Lord.  However, the frog was mesmerized by the sight of the Lord. He was so very lost in the contemplation that he neither saw the bow landing on his limb nor did he feel any pain. After few minutes, Lord Rama decided to resume his walk; he lifted the bow. Only then did he painfully notice that it was thumping on the little leg of the toad.

“O frog!” said Lord Rama with tears brimming in his beautiful eyes “Why didn’t you draw my attention to this careless action of mine? Why didn’t you scream? Why didn’t you call for help? ”

“O Rama! You are the self-luminous inner light of my Self” answered the frog with outpouring love “if somebody else had trodden my leg, to seek your help and your assistance, I would have called your name. As it is, you and I are one soul.  Therefore, when you are the very one who is trampling on my puny limb, when you are the one giving the pain and suffering, who’s name am I going to call?”

Lord Rama was enthralled by the pure love of his devotee. He lovingly picked up the warty toad smudged with spittle, lying at his feet. With one gentle stroke of his hand, he relieved him of mortal pain.

A true devotee of God is immersed in the Lord always and in all ways. As love of God grows, indifference to worldly things, bodily pain and pleasure develops naturally.  Love for God confers Eternal Bliss. Love for worldly and sensual pleasures confers Ephemeral Blitz.