"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, March 9, 2021

Time a continuous dream-

 Time a continuous dream-

Watch its workings in every being.

Eons back 

Like a dream I left my mother-father

For a new life beyond imagination farther.

Next time I went to visit my home

A big smile on mother’s face was donned.


The joy vibrated from every vein 

Of her plump body while 

Her open arms gathered me.


Oh! That soft tenderness exited

Like a dream before my next visit.

Disseverance of life force from 

Her bodily frame shook me to my core.

My first deep experience 

Of life as being a dream.


Since then many a moments 

Have brought new presence

And many have disappear in oblivion.


I look at the dawns and I watch sunset.

I watch the snow- covered mountains

And I hear the icebergs breaking from glacier 

Forever is an illusion.....


Yet I delight in spring flowers

And fruitfulness of summer

The seasons create a permanence

Around life built upon impermanence.

Here the Infinity is in the prison of finite.

Maya, dream, illusion....

The magic of Zoe is greater than any word!


Savita Tyagi


3.02.2021