"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, September 14, 2014

Genus

A seed was planted
Nurtured for years to come
Sheltered from high wind 
Protected from storm
In time seed transformed
In a handsome tree that bore 
Fruits sweet and succulent 
And cool shade abundant
Looking at it asked curious 
Ones what species is that
Where did we find the genus
What could be an answer better
Than call it gentry of love 

A God's gift imparted to us.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Random Thought lV

Childhood returns in old age
Every little hurt brings a tear and an 'ouch'
No mom is there with a kiss and a soft blow
But time is plentiful to dry those saline drops
Alone, in quiet, without any body looking.

Once the storm is over 
Calm returns as usual
Like nothing happened
Just but a lees of muddy soil 
settled deep upon  psyche.

No pilgrimage is enough to
Cleanse that soiled and dusty heart
Than an arroyo of love and forgiveness.  

Pioneers are sacrificial lamb
With their flash and blood
Paving the way for greater good.

In my old age 
I need a high tech kitchen

No cook required.

Savita Tyagi
August 27th 2014

Random Thoughts lll

No matter how hard we try
Some desires stay unfulfilled
Some work left undone
Some relationship painfully destroyed
Some pride hurt, some integrity tarnished
Better to be happy and satisfied
With whatever little our gains are
And be thankful for life and its provide.


This fear and distrust of fellow being
Encroaching upon our psyche 
A parasite amorphous spread wide
Destroying the love and trust
That builds the human life.

Angry words cut cleaner than sword
No tearing of flesh and no blood to spill 
Yet heart is cut like grass under scythe.

Savita Tyagi
August 29th 2014








Random Thoughts ll

Faith has value 
So does logic
Conformity lets you live in ease
Liberty of thought goes after risk

Opportunity comes
On its on terms
If ever you hear its knock
Have courage to hold its hand
And walk out of the door

Failure comes
Not because one is incapable
But because one sets a goal
Far beyond one’s capabilities.

Savita Tyagi
August 27th 2014