"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Empty Nest

















Drifting in the regions of mind deeper and deeper
Encountering untouched and unexplored thoughts
Rising and falling like sand dunes of Sahara.
I imagine myself alone in the desert
Watching nervously at horizon the edge called year 50th
The sights of endless sand like the sight of my fears and hopes.
Empty nest has left me scrambling and stumbling like a little child
At an Easter egg hunt.
Obsolete patterns of life
Leveled by the whirling wind of time.
I tap the substratum for a new mosaic.
Sorting impressions like
Retrieving water from a soaked kitchen sponge.
Recycled thoughts springing back with a squeeze.
Yes I am a drifter in the world of shapes and thoughts and forms
Trying to hold on to something
Because standing alone is hard.

Posted by Savita Tyagi at Thursday, February 03, 2011

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