"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.

Monday, May 15, 2023

Random Thoughts 48 ( silent Listening)

 Looking out into golden morning of fall

I am happy with my silence

Those golden leaves

Raining down with a windy hiss

Want me to listen to them.

Random Thoughts 47( On Happiness)



Learn to laugh without 

The world by your side 

And you have learned 

The secret of happy life.


World laughs with me

When I know 

How to laugh alone.


Savita Tyagi


Sunday, May 7, 2023

A Character ( A poem by William Wordsworth)

 I marvel how Nature could ever find space 

For so many strange contrasts in one human face: 
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom 
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. 

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; 
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain 
Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease, 
Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease. 
There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds, 
And attention full ten times as much as there needs; 
Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy; 
And mildness, and spirit both forward
There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare 
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there, 
There's virtue, the title it surely may claim, 
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name. 
This picture from nature may seem to depart, 
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; 
And I for five centuries right gladly would be 
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.
 Tuesday, December 31, 2002