"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, April 19, 2012

A Floating Cloud

 I am like a floating cloud in this
Vast open seemingly baron sky.
Hidden in my bosom millions of tiny vapors
Formless, colorless, faceless,
Waiting for a chance to get a face, a color, and a form
In their expression I find a bit of my identity.
But very often I float around
Carrying that mysterious world with in
That veiled mysterious world
So near yet so unknown
Every now and than a flash of light escapes from it
Like a meteor bursting on night sky
It touches me, inspires me
 Illuminates my whole being for a moment
And then every thing becomes quiet again
Like nothing has happened.
Mystics call it the world of silence
Unfathomable
There all is tranquil, all is calm.
This infinite space within
The substratum of life
It holds me, cuddles me, guides me through
Always pulling me with some magical energy
Yet always beyond my reach
Savita Tyagi

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Some Time Love Doesn’t Connect


Some time love doesn’t connect
Hope is shattered when call of love doesn’t resonate in lover’s heart
Despair and dejection envelops the soul
Like the gray cloud that swallows the rich blue of sky
Life becomes like a streamed line river of muddy waters
But look past that moment!
In due time clouds meet its demise
The jubilant river carries the waters to farthest shores
The river of life flows on a bed of love
Rocky and muddy yet always there
Constant and stable
Mysteriously multilayered
One-minute love touches the heart
At other its depth is beyond reach
It is possible just to take a dip in it
Or be drowned by it
It is serene and it is violent
It is cool exhilarating sand
Or quick sand accurse
Within the heart one holds power to recuperate
Mend your broken bridge
Look beyond the shallow puddles
Yes sometime love doesn’t connect
Effort and destiny don’t connect
Opportunity and moment of action don’t connect either
But life surely has many outlets
Find the one that fits your palm
The richness of life isn’t confined to just one point
Radiate a crystal and one bright ray falls upon you
Connects you with thousand rays
Remember! Just one sun needs to shine upon a river to create millions of shimmering diamonds.

Savita Tyagi





Void


 Through the grey walls and white sheets
Void spreads out.
It moves in open circling the snow covered mountain peaks
Settles upon the shadowy darkness of cedar and pine
In quiet it moves among creatures of night and beasts of forest
With thoughts and sensations buried deep
Mind resembles like a stretch of parched land
When void takes hold of consciousness.
 *************************************************
 The vast blue space
So pleasant to look at
In its void hang the sun and moon
In the darkest hour of night
Stars play upon its bosom
In its emptiness it embraces thunder and lightning
And gives clouds space to float around
The void in my heart appears like a faded tapestry
In its fragile weft 
I search for your image.

  Savita Tyagi





Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Candle

Written by Roopa Sharma
A candle burns
By the window
In a dark corner.
The soft bright glow casts a halo on the wall.

Outside,
The wind blows...fierce wind
The candle flickers,
It sees its shadow - shaky, hesitant, unstable
determined to light up the corner,
It burns steadily...

People...lot of people
Smiling, laughing, happy faces...
They are dancing
Holding each other
The candle longs to dance - swaying softly.
They are singing,
Joyous songs
The candle melts with the sound of music
Drop by drop
Yet glows brightly.

Night falls
And people leave
A couple dances in the shadow
Then they disappear
Leaving a faint whiff of fragrance
Across the hall.
* * * *
Burning alone,
The candle looked at its bright reflection on the wall
And saw,
What it felt all along,
That,
It has been burning from both ends
All night long. 
Roopa Sharma