"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.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

In My Dream

So often it feels like world is drifting towards the turmoil and chaos of unprecedented magnitude
Not just the anguish of wars but natural or man made disasters hitting home at close proximity
Americans are faced with a sense of worry and insecurity like never before.
Just when we think we could take life a little easy
The twists and turns of life become so hostile and unpredictable
Every step of the way new challenges wait for us.

Last night I simply prayed to God to guide us through what ever lies ahead.
I do not know when I fell asleep while praying
But what happened in my dream was amazing.

I found my self near the steps of some holy place.
The place bore no religious marks or signs accept an aura of serenity.
The small open area was surrounded with some trees.
The air was fragrant and evening was receding in to peaceful night.
People were still moving around but some thing with in me said
It is time to pray.
As I sat on the ground chanting my prayers
People gathered around to join in the prayers.
Once the session was over I started distributing the fruits from the plate.
I remember plums in the plate- few but some how enough for the extended hands.
Next I saw the plate empty and then saw a small hand open to receive the offering.
“Its all finished.” I was about to say but just then a small purple grape appeared on the plate previously hidden from my sight.
Happily I placed it on the open hand.

I woke up.
It was still night.

A beautiful feeling of bliss pervaded me.
The crises and worries of life were still there like winter fog of silent night
But it could not affect the peace and serenity that I felt before falling asleep again.
A moment full of joy that was brought upon by sharing an offering of fruit however small
Had brought faith, hope and meaning back to life again.
I felt His blessing.
Even though it was all in my dream.

Savita Tyagi
12.18. 08

It was written few years back when our generation probably first time collectively felt the magnitude of various events impacting us all in one way or other. 

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