"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.

Thursday, April 30, 2026

In The Garden Of Eden All Are Cursed




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


Wednesday, April 22, 2026

A Stringless Kite

 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

Sunday, March 22, 2026

Was Lord Krishna against Vedic Yagna rituals?



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




Saturday, February 28, 2026

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


Sunday, February 15, 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


Saturday, February 14, 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


Monday, February 9, 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


Monday, January 19, 2026

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