"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.

Friday, September 24, 2021

A prayer For Guidance

 


Lord! Show me the way and I can walk on it.


Sting of thorny bushes will not swear me.


Lonely silence will not scare me.

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Send me a guiding light and I will follow it.


Let the darkness dissolve in me like night dissolves under the sun.


Let me float among clouds to seek thy rainbow,


For I know not to pick the colors of life,


With my heart’s desire lost in blue sky.


Lord! I wait for your whisper to take over my cries.


Savita Tyagi

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Shraddha Days

 


Cloudy skies welcome the fall

In my dreams I visit abode of death.

A loving hand, a healing touch 

Extends to wipe the sufferings.

The beloved departed souls

Bless us from a distance.

The ever present emotional connection

Blooms in various hues on Shradha days.


Savita Tyagi


09. 21. 2019


Shraddha days or Pitar paksh days is the time of remembrance designated, when as per Indian custom people pay homage to their ancestors through prayers and rituals. Doing charity work, specially distributing food  is a common practice at this time.

Sunday, September 12, 2021

My Esoteric Half



A life time of happening

My little heart is flooded with.

Filled to the rim experiences pour

Like waters in deep ocean,

Sweet, sultry, multi odoriferous.

Away from worldly struggle

When darkness deepens 

Behind  closed eyelids,

The inner chambers light up 

With occult lights.

Body and senses laid to rest

Mind cajoles for life's forgotten sap.

Unique images like glow worms

Crawl from mind's crusty fissures 

To create strange concoctions.

Upon steep planes of subconscious 

Truth and illusion merged at once

crossing over three dimensions.

One who enjoys unperturbed

Vision and fantasy undisturbed 

Itself camera, light and action 

For dreams of sugar plum and evenings of fun;

My esoteric half extremely intelligent one

Lighting up the dim corners

Venturing through deep tunnels

Sustaining mental  tribulations 

Always alert and awake

Commands then all movements

And pleasures partake.


11.4.2013


Note:

Inspiration for this poem came while reading Bhagavad Geeta Ch.ll sholk 59.