Mind a big scrolling pad!
Thoughts scrolling in,
Thoughts scrolling out!
Catching a single thought
And staying with it…..
Like pausing to scroll
On an electronic device
And actually paying attention
On something worthwhile!
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.
Mind a big scrolling pad!
Thoughts scrolling in,
Thoughts scrolling out!
Catching a single thought
And staying with it…..
Like pausing to scroll
On an electronic device
And actually paying attention
On something worthwhile!
Terror is the brutal force of war in disarray
Like a carnivorous tree that bears no fruit,
It extends its poisonous arms around its prey.
Humanity is victimized by its ruthless,
Demonic heart and foul intelligence.
Its fatal, vicious and violent energy
Shatters lives in unsuspecting ways.
It transforms city streets in war zones
Spreads like fire from nation to nation,
From continent to continent to inflict
Horrific pain and suffering on innocent.
No place, no land, no man immune
Or spared from it, all bets are off
Against it, all laws are broken by it
Just chaos and screams prevail.
Savage terrorists know no bounds
Some kill with smart bombs, others
Use cars, planes and computers.
Tools that are to benefit society have
Become scepter of death in their hands.
Passionate and ruthless!
Coward or fearless!
Praised or condemned as they are!
Depends on, who writes the history!
For now Jungle is getting vicious
Tree of righteousness licks dust
In the Garden of Eden all are cursed.
Let us rid ourself from its savage curse
O! Pomona! O! Bacchus! O! Aryanika!
Help us instill peace in our precious forest.
Savita Tyagi
July 26. 2017
Note:
Pomona and Bacchus in Roman culture and Aryanika in Vedic Hindu culture are protectors and nurturers of forest and plains and all its dwellers and habitat.
The above poem was published in 2017 in The Anthology: POETRY AGAINST TERROR: A tribute to the victims of terrorism. It is a collective work published by Fabrizio Frosini under the banner ‘Poets Unite Worldwide’. The group was created in response to global terrorism, particularly after the Nov 2017 Paris attack. It brings together poems from 43 countries as a “poetry of witness” to condemn violence and promote peace. I am a member of this group and was privileged to contribute many of my poems for it’s publication.
Savita Tyagi
4. 30. 2026
An hour of news!
Don’t know if I should
Laugh! Cry or be annoyed!
Striking is the vision
Of a stringless kite in blue sky!
Savita Tyagi
4.21.2026
In Bhagavad Geeta chapter II verse 42 and 43 Bhagwan Krishna speaks as if belittling the Vedic rituals associated with Yagna.
Yagna was an important part of Vedic way of life. Why would Krishna speak so harshly against it? I wondered! All of a sudden another question came to mind; did Krishna ever performed a Yagna?
As I turned to internet for my research I was surprised to find some fact.
Elaborate Yagna were mostly performed by kings.
Krishna was never a king. He was a king maker!
He killed Kansa and reinstated his Grandfather Ugrasane as king of Mathura, and remained there as a counselor.
Despite being called Dwarkadheesh, he was not king of Dwarka. Dwarka was run by a council, Krishna being the most influential among the many counselors.
He was not against Yagna either. Took part in many Yagna as an influential guest.
When Yudhister wanted to do the Yagna to relieve himself from his pain and suffering due to Mahabharata war, Krishna helped him organize the Yagna.
In Bhagvad Geeta chapter 18.3 Krishna say himself- ‘Yagna, Daan and Tapah should never be abandoned.’
Knowing all this I realized his reason of being critical in Ch.II was only to lead Arjuna in understanding the difference between work done with desire and attachment versus doing it without being attached to fruits of work.
Savita Tyagi
3.22.2026
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
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
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
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