"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.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Limerick 4

In an old town called Sussex
Was a scamp of prefix.  
For the names he devised
Someone for him surmised
Trump The Worst as his suffix!



Thursday, June 13, 2019

Weight Of Goodness

Last year we planted some lilies.
In our ignorance drenched them
With access fertilizer wishing to 
Have good flower growth.

With the start of the spring
The plants became green, 
With tops covered with buds.

May brought the heavy rains and storm.
I watched lilies bent all the way down.
Once the golden sunshine started to spread
I supported them with extra dirt.

Now the lilies are at full bloom
And bent again all the way down.
I watch the cluster of lovely flowers
And regret giving too much fertilizer.
Wishing and praying for the plants
To not break under their flowery weight.

Beauty and virtue,
Goodness and fruitfulness
Carry their own prolific weight.
Try not to burden yourself or 
Appeal to goodness of others 
Without giving them time to 
Become adequately prepared.

If led upon the path of goodness
Teach yourself to bend humbly
To carry that extra weight,
Like lilies bend with big flowers.  

Savita Tyagi


6.3.2019

Saturday, June 1, 2019

Senryu 30 ( Life And Death)

In death throbs life breath.
Orange peel imparts fragrance.

Hermit meditates.