A Prayer To Mahi (The Goddess Of Vastness)

Sunset spreads its wings upon my time

O Poetry! I haven’t learned your rhyme.

To you, O Mahi! I offer my voice

But my words are of a poor choice.

Even my thoughts are obsolete,

Express nothing new or concrete.

The beauty of yours, I do not understand

Depth of an emotion I can’t comprehend.

Grounded in shallow waters I remain,

Diving in the deep sea waters, I refrain.

The breath of creativity is faint and low

Dim is the light of inspirational glow.

Still, Bharati parted me the joy of writing

So thankfully I submit to it without fighting.

I pray to Goddess with a solemn heart

My words are of your high command.

Let your grace fall to create a little jibe

Upon my ignorant being to catch a vibe.

Note: Mahi or Bharati is the consort of Goddess Saraswati. The word Mahi characterizes the vastness of the field of word and speech.

Sometimes it is used as another name for Saraswati, the Goddess of  Language, inspiration, and creativity. 

Face To Face

In cold antechamber 

I face stern darkness of the heart.

A test for my endurance

To dig and polish my raw

Stone-like Self that mimics You. 

Nonexistent Is Not The Dream’s Reality

love! 

Touch me from a distance

Hold me but in my dreams.

There exists not

Barriers of time and space.

Nonexistent is not the dream’s reality.

Key for decoding

Lies farther in the deep hollow 

Of the inconscient.

Touched by a 

Fathomless entity,

Heart deciphers mystical

Love hieroglyphs.

Light of clarity  

Shines upon my perplex mind,                                                                           

Like moonbeams in the puddle.

Savita Tyagi

O My Soul! Lost Are Thy Footsteps!

O my soul! Where is thy gentle healing touch

That caressed me.

Why do I feel so dry?

Like a dry log that has been put on life’s pyre

To burn and burn....

Warm ashes, now left to become cold,

To be scattered with wind of time-

Pinch by pinch....

Lost are thy soft footsteps of love

That guided me.

Stripped of your light

Moon and stars plunge in darkness.

All went astray but a dull aching memory.

It carries on…

Receding in Chaos.....

O my soul! Will you hold on to it?

Savita Tyagi

Note: The above poem was published in a anthology ‘ One Step At A Time’ by the Group ‘Poets Unite Worldwide’. publisher- Fabrizio Frosini.

Being A Senior Citizen—

I think I want to go back to basics,

With just enough energy for tactics

Needed for my everyday living, don’t

Have time to dissect all my yearnings. 

No more pondering on world problems.

The world existed before my little birth,

And is going to stay long after my sojourn.

Only heaven one creates is within oneself-

A saying worth millions, 

Yet needs heck of a determination!

For me, no more dwelling on lofty concepts.

I marvel at life’s simple wonders, am

At leisure to coalesce my emotions,

To watch the pendulum of my heart 

Swing or be still to its own rhythm…..

I do want to keep my jovial urges 

Ticking in every fiber of my being

Feeling His grace upon each breath,

That I am able to take.

I like my unhurried time to watch

Squirrels hop around yard,

My audience to the tiny bird’s 

Sweet song from green arbor.

Let me just pay my ritualistic 

Homage to the rays of radiant sun,

Take a walk in the golden sunset,

Watch the silvery gleam of crescent moon

And be lost in the mystique of star studded sky.

I would never want to lose my smiles 

To see and greet a friend’s face or

Hide my excitement for a friendly voice.

To enjoy a beautiful poem or get lost in

It's ravishing thoughts and enchanting words.

Yes I want to go back to basics

Don’t have time for intricate gambits!