Some Time Love Doesn’t Connect

Some time love doesn’t connect

Hope is shattered when call of love doesn’t resonate in lover’s heart

Despair and dejection envelops the soul

Like the gray cloud that swallows the rich blue of sky

Life becomes like a streamed line river of muddy waters

But look past that moment!

In due time clouds meet its demise

The jubilant river carries the waters to farthest shores

The river of life flows on a bed of love

Rocky and muddy yet always there

Constant and stable

Mysteriously multilayered

One-minute love touches the heart

At other its depth is beyond reach

It is possible just to take a dip in it

Or be drowned by it

It is serene and it is violent

It is cool exhilarating sand

Or quick sand accurse

Within the heart one holds power to recuperate

Mend your broken bridge

Look beyond the shallow puddles

Yes sometime love doesn’t connect

Effort and destiny don’t connect

Opportunity and moment of action don’t connect either

But life surely has many outlets

Find the one that fits your palm

The richness of life isn’t confined to just one point

Radiate a crystal and one bright ray falls upon you

Connects you with thousand rays

Remember! Just one sun needs to shine upon a river to create millions of shimmering diamonds.

Savita Tyagi

Void

 Through the grey walls and white sheets

Void spreads out.

It moves in open circling the snow covered mountain peaks

Settles upon the shadowy darkness of cedar and pine

In quiet it moves among creatures of night and beasts of forest

With thoughts and sensations buried deep

Mind resembles like a stretch of parched land

When void takes hold of consciousness.

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 The vast blue space

So pleasant to look at

In its void hang the sun and moon

In the darkest hour of night

Stars play upon its bosom

In its emptiness it embraces thunder and lightning

And gives clouds space to float around

The void in my heart appears like a faded tapestry

In its fragile weft 

I search for your image.

  Savita Tyagi

Candle

Written by Roopa Sharma

A candle burns
By the window
In a dark corner.
The soft bright glow casts a halo on the wall.

Outside,
The wind blows...fierce wind
The candle flickers,
It sees its shadow - shaky, hesitant, unstable
determined to light up the corner,
It burns steadily...

People...lot of people
Smiling, laughing, happy faces...
They are dancing
Holding each other
The candle longs to dance - swaying softly.
They are singing,
Joyous songs
The candle melts with the sound of music
Drop by drop
Yet glows brightly.

Night falls
And people leave
A couple dances in the shadow
Then they disappear
Leaving a faint whiff of fragrance
Across the hall.
* * * *
Burning alone,
The candle looked at its bright reflection on the wall
And saw,
What it felt all along,
That,
It has been burning from both ends
All night long. 

Roopa Sharma

A Friendship Quilt

Struggling to survive in a foreign land

I met an old lady, working on a small piece of quilt

“Lovely”, I remarked

Proudly she showed me nine more pieces made by her friends,

To complete the mosaic of her quilt

Nuance of her wrinkled face, filled with cherished memories of a lifetime

“Do you have friends?” She asked after a pause

A quilt needle pierced through my heart

“No,” I said quietly. " All were left behind.”

That night in my cold empty room

Tears rolling from my eyes,

I longed for the placid familiarity of my homeland

For the loving warmth of a friendship quilt

At midnight moon came out smiling from the clouds

In its pellucid light from window pane

A checkered pattern emerged on the wall

The flat white squares on the wall

Were dappled with the leaves and tree branches hanging in the sash

Silhouette of a perfect quilt breathing life in still room

Made me smile through my tears

I opened the window

Standing in the dark room, listening to the quaint causerie

Of stars and moon, of wind and leaves

I watched the ebullition of benevolence from Nature

Sweeping through my backyard.

Clairvoyance?

For a sylph whispered from the woods

“You are not alone”!

Savita Tyagi

The Spring In My Lot

Spring is in air again.

Miles and miles of daffodils aren't visible from where I live

Yet the beauty of few yellow flowers in my garden

Needs no other accessory.

The sweet fragrance of few blue Hyacinths

Is enough to fill the nostrils.

Cherry blossoms are in farthest land.

Aromatic mango blossom and flaming Tesu

Is in vintage of memory.

Here Bradford bursting with white flowers

Blows the trumpet for spring's arrival.

Cold and howling winds of winter

Disappeared into soft intoxicating breeze of silvery night.

From celestial sphere the crescent moon with shining Venus

And bright Phaethon with its moon rings

Invoke passion and desire in young hearts.

 

In the secrecy of night

Moon bestows

Its gift of love upon the bosom of its earth bride.

The grace is revealed

With morning dew and mist

Seeping from the gutter.

Love is in the air

Flying on wings of butterfly.

In the tapping of woodpecker.

In the rustling of wind.

The tweeting birds, the faint rings of wind chimes

The clamor of traffic at distance

All create a rhythmic music to greet the spring.

I loose myself in the melodious serenade

Like a Sufi Dervish whirling in communion with divine.

Spring enchants the world with its transient beauty.

With all its vivacity and all its tumults

It is like heart of a youth-

Whimsical, passionate, glee full and trenchant.

Spring! Your joy and ecstasy knows no bounds for me.

Your vernal gift touches my vertex

Adrenaline rushes in pores

Like snow melting from mountain

Rushes into rivers and stream.