The Punching Bag

 In quiet hours of rest

An image of punching bag flashes through my mind. 

A subtle message it sends! 

We are the punching bag for life!

Specially when we are old,

With worn out bodies and mind,

This wicked man called ‘Bad News’ hits us from all sides!

Sickness, death, injury, 

Pain and suffering! 

He has all these punches in his bag to flung!

Even when one is well and healthy,

Happy and cheerful,

Suffering of friends and family

Brings sadness to heart.

Some universal connection of oneness

Makes their pain our pain.

Deprivation of love and laughter that we enjoyed with our peers

Creates a vacuum. 

However momentary or long lasting the vacuum may be

At that vulnerable moment we are life’s punching bag! 

Old and worn out! 

Still moving! Shaking! Enduring! 

One wonders if the punching bag is made of quiet grace

Or it screams silently!

A miraculous ear or compassionate heart is needed to hear it.

But even in its silence it is enough to tear us apart.

  

Then one day the owner decides to replace it! 

A New bag made of strong, sturdy and shining leather! 

Replacement brings new life to gym

It remains an exciting place for new comers! 

Such is life!

Savita Tyagi

2.26.2026

Happy Maha Shivaratri

 Night of New Moon!

When darkness prevails

Shiva’s Damru

Creates a rhythm for life.

Dance and celebrate 

Pray and contemplate

It is Maha Shivaratri!

2.15. 2026

Random Thought 71

 Infiniteness of darkness is 

So comforting against

The finite vision of light.

Not knowing gives me

The possibility of knowing

And that is exciting!

Savita Tyagi 

2.12.2026

Simply Musing!

 आज की शाम आपके नाम!

Most of Hindi speaking people or Bollywood lovers have heard this song.

The poet is dedicating his/her whole evening to a cherished guest.

A guest pervading his thoughts or appearing in person! 

I am not much of a singer but when ever I am connecting with somebody

I try to connect whole heartedly with whatever means I have at hand. 

In this new age though finger seems to do the talking,

Still heart is behind each and every word that I take time to write. 

From time to time memory throws names of near and dear ones, or the places I have lived or visited.

With the speed of lightning all pass through mental vision.

But none of it is mine to hold. So I simply send my greetings to all and let go of all.

Then out of no where arise emotions! So stubborn in their melting, like frozen icicles of a January snow storm.

Endure, embrace, let go. I try it all!

some time solace will come but some time none of it works.

Then I simply wait patiently for sunshine.

Sooner or later the sun will shine, the ice will melt!

The light of Divine blessing is always there to revive, and to rejuvenate. 

Savita tyagi

1.27.2025

A Layman’s Wisdom

We grew up with an ancient phrase of our wise ancient visionaries.

"वसुधैव कुटुंबकम्"-‘Vasudhavekutumbkam'-The world is a family.

Engraved and proudly displayed on stone pillars and flags,

Carved upon ancient walls of temples,

Printed in photographs and in writings.

All silently reminding us not to ever forget the higher vision of life!

It may seem like an Ideal beyond comprehension!


But we all know this much!

When the forest burns the habitats in side are sure to burn!

If the neighbor's house is torched ambers are likely to fall upon your roof!

Savita Tyagi

1.18. 2026