"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

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.





Posted by Savita Tyagi at Saturday, January 16, 2016

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