"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.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Random thoughts 41,42, 43,44

Random Thought 41 (placing A Trust On Ideology)

Betting on an Ideology is 
Like betting on a race horse!
Its loss leaves you in mourning.
Angry, frustrated and speechless!


Random Thought 42 (On Contemplation)

Some time I want to exhaust myself
With drudgery and tell the thinking
Mind to shut up and go to hell!


Random Thought 43 (On Being A Poet)

I cringe a little
On being called a poet
For all these poems!


Random Thought 44 (God’s Instructions)

I am sure when God made this world
His instructions were-
You may live your life inquiring 
How Universe was made
But don’t question why!





Friday, August 4, 2017

Baboon's Dream

Once there was a Baboon.
His name was Balloon.
He saw a balloon flying 
And said to himself,
'My name is Balloon
I will fly above the lagoon'.

He climbed on a tree,
Raised his hands,
Bent his knees
And flew like a bee.

But instead of flying
With a thump he fell 
Moaning and crying.
His ma and pa came on searching
And found him gloating
With the thought of floating.

When spring was in air,
Ma and Pa took him to fair.
They put him in the basket
Fastened with balloon in the market.

The owner took him to Balloon festival
They both flew high above the carnival.
Baboon was happy and singing
When he heard the bell ringing.

Just then
Ma came down to wake him up
He was getting late for school bus.

Savita Tyagi

Note: The above poem is published in children's anthology book. Below is the link. 



A Bed Of Flowers

An abandoned spiderweb
Survived the onslaught of
Winter's ice and snow.

The spring came and filled 
The spider web with tiny flowers
Shredded from the bush above.

A tiny insect now enjoys 
The comfort of a soft white bed! 

A tantalizing feast for eyes!