Anca Mihaela Bruma – Short Bio 

My name is Anca Mihaela Bruma, I am Romanian living in Dubai/UAE. My love for poetry started when I was just 9 years old, when I registered myself to some creative poetry writing group. It was a turning point for me as I started to discover the mysteries of the written word and its impact on the readers.

Since early age, I have always viewed writing poetry as the perfect medium which is able to depict profound unfathomable complexities of someone’s life or life itself, to render into words that which is unsayable, that ineffable, which can be truly deeper than the language itself. Through my writings, as well years of readings, I always looked to seek something beyond that which was apparent to others! I was fascinated to see how different aspects of truth were transfigured by different emotions, how experiences were poetized. I pursued seeing beauty expressed in all forms of art, not just poetry; creating a “thirst” within me to explore more and more for the knowledge of the mystery beneath and beyond it, as a symbol of something greater and higher with its own power to immortalize the expressions over the years.

 

Hypnotic Dreams

Between brief interludes and hypnotic sensations,
Your name orbits around all temptations…

Lost between the verbs and all translations,
Your fingertips orchestrate my own salvations…

Like a karmic explosion imbued with incantations,
You came to show me the quantum fascinations…

(Anca Mihaela – 15th February 2014)

 

 

Her Equilibrium…

 

Her equilibrium
is faltered by the parallels
between her thoughts…
The verses rise
above the Absolute,
leading to a labyrinth.

You started counting backwards
mystified by Her maze,
a mundane repetition
of your own Dimension!…

And the scarlet Passion
still holds Her crown!

(Anca Mihaela – 27th January 2014)

 

 

Satori’s Dance

This is the dance of your Silence…
a dance between compliance and defiance…
This is the story of dreams entwined
and for you it was designed…
This is your last story,
of a Satori…
But where are those blazes of glory?…

(Anca Mihaela – 1st February 2014)

What If?…

 

What if….
butterflies grow under my skin,
with overwhelming aroma?
Will you still say good bye
sixteen times per a day?…

What if…
their wings paint
the rhythm of your Heart,
with its elegant brushes?
Will you still say good bye,
during the electric nights?…

What if…
with their own swirling dance
bring your breath nearer
to taste the endless similarities?
Will you still say good bye
during the fleeting hours?

And…. do you know
where the butterflies go
when lavender kisses touch you
in the night?!…

(Anca Mihaela 28th May 2014)

 

Your Love…

 

Your Love,
suffocated my semantics….

And my inner alphabet
was maximized
by the unspoken words
and Life’s crescendo!

I sentenced your sentence
in a Place,
where your Verb collides
with my lyrical enunciation…

A surreal abbreviation!

And Time serenades in Silence
a sonata of Present Tense,
counted by a metronome,
on the edge,
of a timeless Hour!…

(Anca Mihaela – 9th May 2014)