"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.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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





No comments:

Post a Comment