"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.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Time And Convictions

No philosophy, no creed, no belief stands alone
In cradle of time are born many circumstances 
All influence to develop and shape our thoughts 
Changing times give birth to new convictions.

Greatest is the power of time towering high upon each mind.

Savita Tyagi

Vrandavan, Krishna And Devotional Music



On our way from Delhi to Agara
We stopped by at the town of Vrandavan.
I closed my eyes for few seconds to transcend
The street view, dotted with Krishna temples,
Hotels, guest houses and meditation centers.

Gokul, Vrandavan, and Govardhan Hill’s by river Yamuna
Are places collectively called as Brij bhumi in north India.
The centuries old Vrandavan at the edge of Yamuna 
Was once the lush mystical forest of sweet holy basil.
It is referred in devotional music of India for generations.

Here song birds broke the silence of night to greet dawn and
Peacocks danced with descending clouds to welcome rains.
Cows and other animals grazed upon lush greenery and
Cool waters of Yamuna murmured a truth of spiritual energy
Echoed in sublime soul stirring songs of blind poet Surdaas.

Here Gopal Krishna had spent his childhood days, took his
Cows for grazing and played the sweetest music on his flute.
In that enchanted forest when flute music floated under moon light,
His childhood sweetheart Radha and Gokul’s Gopas and Gopis
Gathered around their beloved Krishna to sing and dance in glee.

His past time activities and childhood events have been
The biggest source of inspiration for songs sung by poets, 
Saints and devotees alike, shattering the boundaries of
Folk and classical music of varied languages in India. 
It runs in India’s religious and cultural veins like river waters.

Krishna- a man of magnificent and miraculous personality
Is considered an Avatar of Supreme Consciousness.
But it is the Raas-Leela of Radha-Krishna, symbolized as
Play of Divine with it’s Supreme Energy that evoked the
Imagination of poets all around to continually sing about it.

Legend has it that the poet saint Chaitayan Mahaprabhu
Roamed the forest transcending the physical planes of mind. 
In the periods of heightened ecstasy he was united with
Supreme Consciousness and sang of those experiences.
That timeless music filled the streets of Vrandavan and is a
Valuable part of Indian music literature still inspiring devotees.

Below is a song in Hindi and it’s English translation 
Depicting another devotional poet Meera Bai’s 
State of mind absorbed in Krishna consciousness-

एैसी लागी लगन मीरा हो गयी मगन 
वो तो गली गली हरि गुन गाने लगी
महलों की पली बन के जोगन चली
मीरा रानीं दिवानीं कहाने लगी।।

“Meera was so taken over by the ecstatic love for Krishna
That she wandered in Vrandavan singing praises of him.
She, the princess born and raised in palace roamed on streets of Brij  
She, the queen of a kingdom is now a crazy ascetic merged into
Krishna consciousness.


Poet’s notes:

Vranda- Sanskrit name for holy sweet basil
Van- forest
 Gokul- a small village where child Krishna was raised.
Brij Bhumi- land area of Brij. It’s spoken language is called Brij Bhasha. It is a form of Hindi language used in that area.
Gopas- cowboys
Gopis- cowgirls
Gopal- caretaker of cows. Another name for Krishna
Raas-Leela- playful romantic gestures often depicted in songs and dance forms.

Savita Tyagi

9. 7. 2018








Sunday, December 9, 2018

Dream World


Mysterious world of dreams
A whimsical pile of volutes 
An indulgence in cosmic vibes

Always comforting beyond belief.

Check Your Stomach For What It Can Hold.

War or peace 
Great price to be paid for both
Check your stomach
For what it can hold.
Harmony of peace is not exciting 
But blasting cannons of war 
Are deafening

It’s horrors will make you sick.

Ways Of Compassion


Pain is the worst enemy of free and happy self,
Extend a healing touch to yourself
As well as to others whenever and however you can.
Mysterious are workings of compassion 
When used to help others 
It helps to relieve your own pain more than anything else.
Evil are the ones who torcher their own self

Blocking its ascend to universality.