"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 24, 2020

Winter Night Of Year 2020 (Reflections)

 Silent winter night!

Barely a star is visible in the grey sky.

Patches of snow upon grey grass-

Black and white, all rest

In earth’s lap.


Upon the grey branches of a tree

Christmas lights are twinkling 

Like thousands of fireflies

Warming up the cold night.


I make myself a cup of lavender tea

And sit out with a blanket wrapped around.

The air is not yet snow bitten and

Cold breeze doesn’t find its way 

To cut through my blanket.


Distance traffic sounds

Occasionally break the silence

But not the serene calmness of the night.

Just like some dark painful thoughts of suffering 

Cross the mind without overshadowing

The peace of mind.


The year 2020 would be remembered

For the death and anguish caused by Covid 19

Even the ones blessed to escape the virus

Have felt the collective grief in oneway or other.


All the distress and devastation

That nature causes

It still tramples upon its own dark domain

Of pain to heal and to cure

More than anything else.


12.18. 2020






 

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Broken Is My Tryst With Words


Some time I read an old poem, 

Brought back to me by some 

Poet friend’s comment,

And wonder, did I write this!!


More than being lost to the outside world,

The poems have departed from my own memory 

Flying high upon a rhythmic swing

Their words are beyond my reach.


In my sleep I sense myself

Searching for some conscious 

Conversation of the day just gone by—

Like a thirsty walker stumbling upon sand

Or a ship being pulled through shallow waters.


The richness of the day

And serenity of the night

Imprisoned in the static silence 

Of a strange world.


Banging on those closed doors of memory 

Neither awake nor asleep

Unable to reclaim what once was mine,

I simply nurse my inertia.


Broken is my tryst with words!

Silvery beams in

scattered hair-

What shines upon me?

The sky is moonless!


Savita Tyagi


9. 20. 2020


Note: The above poem was published in the ' Poets Unite Worldwide' organizations 2020 poetry anthology. Publisher Dr. Fabrizio Frosini.