"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.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Love Binds Us All

It was through love
That I was taught to 
Care for my self.

It was through love
That I was taught to
Care for others.

I owe it to that love
To care for myself and
To care for others.

It was with love 
That I cared for you
It was through love

That I taught you to care
For your self and
To care for others.

Love binds us all
Through generations

May it always stay strong.

7. 25. 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

On The Crossing

On the corner of a busy intersection where six lanes meet,
I waited anxiously for my brother to pick me up on his way home.
The evening was dry and warm, with an acrid stillness in the air.
The cars with blaring horns sped by me on a hot charcoal road.

I moved closer to a small Neem tree for some shade,
And looked at the unfamiliar area with a little unease.
That is when I caught the little girl's eyes scanning me.
She drew my attention with her bright and curious smile.

She and her siblings were sitting on their haunches,
Circled around a copper-face woman, engrossed in                
Roasting some legumes on a wood burning fire pit.
The children waited patiently for their meager meal.

I looked past her round figure and quick moving hands.
Down the descending land near drain channel the space was 
Filled with homeless refugees living in and around torn gray tents.
The features of the little girl proclaimed the group’s distinct identity. 

Her Tibetan smile was as soft, jovial and innocent
As the falling snow flakes at her mountain home.
Here in the land of billions she was one of millions
Making her home on street corners and open lands.

Her eyes displayed no recollection of the memories
Of homeland that she left behind at a tender age.
She was probably unaware of her home and culture
Being destroyed by systematic ruthless expansion.

She was too young to understand what future held
For her or for countless of young children like her.
Still she was a lucky one to have her mother and sibling ( I presume )
And to live in a group that afforded some protection to her.

From snowy peaks to burning desert sands, refugees are 
Forced to flee from war, violence and repressive governments.
Uprooted and demoralized, they endure hardship and oppression.  
The world agonizes over their suffering but is so unable to cope with it.

We who come across them by chance are stirred  
And shook up for a while but offer no answers. 
Standing there troubled by my own uneasiness 
I too offered nothing but a mild exchange of  smiles.

Note- This poem is in an anthology book recently published by ' Poets Unite World Wide'. The book ' ' By Land And By Seas ' contains poems written by more than 50 poets from more than 40 countries   highlighting Refugee's plight. The book is available on Amazon.com under Frosini group of Poets.


Savita Tyagi