Winter

At the onslaught of winter stripped of their possessions trees stand in silent prayer.

Grey clouds hang low just above the black trees as if to kiss them goodbye

The milky white glow of moon creates a longing

Is it possible to reach out to unknown?

I get no answer in that cold and still night.

Flowers huddled together still spread their fragrance

Soon the merciless frost of winter will kill the bloom.

Gofers in my backyard have created mounds of dirt to settle deep in warm earth.

Standing by the door I watch a little spider struggling to sneak through-

It spreads a chill in my spine.

When and where life will close its door upon us?

In the rush of life the question gets pushed aside

Like the unopened junk mail on kitchen table.

I turn my thoughts to burning flames of fireplace

The warmth of life circulates in room with an orange glow
      Comforting and reassuring-

Come spring life will shower again its grace upon my back yard

Returning with fresh flowers, fruits and leaves.

A Point

 An affable desire rising from deeps of my heart

To search for a point where you and I can meet.

A segue from rift to harmony

A soft touch, a moment of peace

A place to rest for restless mind

When bitter redundant passions turn sangfroid

I look around and see sky and earth meeting at horizon

The sanguine dusk embracing the night and day

The river rushing to meet the ocean

All my life I have been searching for something like wise

Never knowing the abscess of sorrow

Needs to be dissolved first to seek joy

The nub of life- the point of nirvana

But I need you to hold my hand to walk with me

Let’s walk together in a world

Where mysteries of life still unfold

All those years I have tried to touch you in vain

I will take two steps for your one

But you have to move from your point of isolation.

नया साल

ये किसकी आहटे हैं ये किसकी दस्तके हैं
महमाँ ये कौन है जो सबको लुभा रहा है
चिमनी से ये निकलता- कोहरा है जो धुऐ अें का
पीछे खड़ा है इसके नया साल जिन्दगी का ।

खिड़की के पट पे चन्दा यूं झिलमिला रहा है
आते हुऐ समय की राहें सजा रहा है
कजरारे बादलों पर सन्देशा अा रहा है
थमता नही थमाये नया साल आ रहा है ।

पेड़ो की डालियों पर लड़ियां तुषार की हैं 
िकृसमस की रौशनी में झिलमिल चमक रही हैं
हौली की झाड़ियों पर ये आफताबी गुच्छे
स्वागत में ज्यों किसी के मोती टंगे हुऐ हैं ।

ये शबनमी फिजा है और सर्द हैं हवायें
सपनो भरी नशीली है रात भी रंगीली
बर्फीली चादरों में अगंड़ाइ ले रहा है
थमता नही थमाये नया साल आ रहा है ।

ओढ़ी थी जिसने कल तक इक चुनरी धानी रंग की
श्वेताम्बरी बनी है वसुधा शरत िऋतु की
ये आिशयां सजा है नये साल की खुशी में
पर जश्न करने वालो पीछे तो मुड़ के देखो
एक साल जिन्दगी का चुपके से जा रहा है ।
थमता नही थमाये नया साल आ रहा है ।

नया साल अाप सबको शुभ हो ।
सविता त्यागी
१२.११.२०११

A Day Of Thanksgiving

Thanks for beautiful blue skies of Oklahoma.

Thanks for fragrant air silently filling the garden.

Thanks for colorful fall leaves

Swirling and dancing through air even in their demise

The smell of earth enveloped with scent of life still emitting from fallen leaves.

Thanks for crisp afternoon sunshine filtering through bare trees.

Thanks for little birds’ morning chorus-

Busy squirrel’s ritual of nibbling on acorns and depositing some underground.

Thanks for my ears and my eyes to be able to watch this wondrous sight.

Thanks for my family and friends.

Most of all thanks for this happy state of mind receptive to the simple joys of the day.

I need not know whom to thank-

It is enough to know that I have so much to be thankful for.

This Dark Half Of Mine

This dark half of mine

Its black lava floating through my spine

Burning with fierce intensity everything coming along its way

Its leaping tongue of flame ready to devour me whole

Exhausted in my efforts to escape, I do surrender to it

And watch helplessly as it commands my better half to kneel.

The struggle that goes on within

The storm that I weather constantly

Yet, something keeps telling me this fight is not new

And its ending is never in sight either

But if I could distance myself just for a moment

And not get involved with either side

The broken self starts to cement itself

The flames subside

The black lava starts to disappear

A ray of sunshine baths everything

Under the shade of hope, a new happy self is born again.

Savita Tyagi