"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.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

New Year 2016

Peace and joy to you 
Is my new year's
Chosen fondue.
May it's good taste linger
Through out the  year.

Leaping flames of sorrow
And fire works of joy
Mingle side by side 
In new year's night-sky
Space embraces it all.




Random Thought XXlX ( War )

War

Nature hires man
To do her dirty job
Of death and destruction.

Man  beseeched by
Grief and anger
Causes an explosion.

Saga of war and terror
Keeps on going.

Random Thought XXVlll ( Clashes )

Like tiny stars in Galaxy
We live in our circles
Imbued with our 
Attractions and repulsion.

Stars scan the universe
From their place 
So do we with news 
And information. 
       
Occasionally two mighty galaxies clash
The sky lit up, the earth trembles
Undetected many new stars are born 
Before the universe goes on to be quiet.
Random Thought XXVll

10. 16. 2016
8. 34. Am
Just heard 
An old friend 
Passed away today.

Old friends and old memories
Old cloths and old habits 
Old habitats and old ways 
Provide such comfort
Hard to let them go!

10. 22.2015

Stop and go writing
Basketful of emotions
Scant time for sorting


First strike and you get it right
You think it just happen might
But the period of trial and error
Is what we need to go through 
And perfection becomes marrow.


11. 8. 2015

Time makes sense of every thing
Time makes every thing nonsense
Time leaves no remnant to collect.





Random Thought XXVI ( Logic And Faith )

In search for answers
Logic walks for miles and miles
Finds the old man faith 
With a grin on face
Rest in my arms O! weary one

Your search ends in my embrace.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

The Terrorist

The terrorist - Raktabeej* malicious 
Born of his own spilled blood -
In wicked human minds, devoid
Of humane and pious virtues
Respects no boundaries and
Recognizes no barriers in cruelty.

A terrorist has no religion, no creed,
No nationality, no caste and no heart.
Harbinger of poisonous ideology,
Masked with countless identities,
It’s an acid thrown with vengeance
From unmarked hands upon decency.

He tramples upon nobility of thought,
Rooted in human mind that nurtures
Instinct of freedom and compassion.
He longs to extinguish the light that
Embraces the art and literature to breathe
Life upon alter where love is worshiped.

Let us protect the light of altruism
That burns in millions of kindred hearts,
From a much despised ruthless invader.
Let us allow wisdom to block the terror,
To rise in solidarity with like minds,
Invincible and strong like a solid rock.

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Footnote:
Raktabeej was an Asura ( demon ). His story comes from ancient Sanskrit book Devi Mahatamyam. Whenever a drop of his blood fell on battle ground a duplicate of him was born. It was only when Goddess Kali devoured the blood drops before letting it fall on earth that Goddess Chandika and her companions were able to destroy him.

The poem above is my humble contribution to the ebook 'Poetry Against Terror'. to read more poems written in support of terrorism victims by sixty four authors from forty three countries please down load the ebook from amazon.com. Please check out the previous post for more details.

Savita Tyagi