"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.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

चाँद से बातें

चाँद मेरी गली से गुजरना कभी
मेरी खिङकी पे झिलमिल चमकना कभी।

वो बचपन का आँगन नही भूलता
पेड़ की डाल से झूला था डोलता।

उसकी उचाँइयों पर थिरकती हुई
उड़ते आँचल से नज़रे फिसलती हुई,

काले गेसू की दो दो गुथी चोटियां
काँच की चमचमाती हुई चूड़ीयां।

चाँद अंबुअा की बगिया मे जाना कभी
यादें मासूम बचपन की लाना कभी।

चाँद मेरी गली से गुजरना कभी
मेरी खिङकी पे झिलमिल चमकना कभी।

चाँद तूने भुला दी क्या वो वादियां?
चाँदनी रात की सारी अठखेलियां।

वो रंगीन सपनो की गहराइयां
बहके बहके ख्यालों की रूबाइयाँ।

डूब कर उनमें मदहोश होना कभी
किस्से अल्हड़ जवानी के सुनना कभी।

चाँद मेरी गली से गुजरना कभी
मेरी खिङकी पे झिलमिल चमकना कभी।

चांद रूठे जो दुनिया तो शिकवा नहीं
रूठ कर दूर मुझसे, तू ना जाना कभी।

चांद मेरी अरज इतनी करना कबूल
तेरे बिन मुझको जीना न होगा मन्जूर।

चाँद मेरी गली से गुजरना सदा
मेरी खिङकी पे झिलमिल चमकना सदा।








Thursday, December 27, 2012

Upon The Desk Of The Great Writer


Neither saint nor a robber
Acting upon Nature given tendencies
Time and again I try to define myself
These complex layers of personality
A mind full of reason and dual voices
A tangled web of emotions and passions
An ever-active force in work from behind
When all else lies dormant
What I do- right or wrong
Gets define by laws of society
What I receive gets define by fate
Countless opportunities
Countless destinies
Each as unique as mine
Write the stories of life
Some are written on big billboards
Some gets thrown in trash
Some where in the book of life
I labor to write my puny words
Consoled with a thought
That I am not the only reader
Submitted upon the desk of Great Writer
All have their chance to be read
To be rewarded with prudence
Be it a tale of a saint or a robber.

Savita Tyagi


Monday, December 10, 2012

Some Say Love Is God

Some say God is love
I have no doubt about that
Both are as mysterious and of depth unknown
As any thing I have ever known
You ask me to love you for love’s sake
And I am told to love God just for God’s sake
Love as a powerful emotion emerges from heart
All existence looks lovable under its spell
Once the spell is broken
Heart is dry as a parched land
It becomes difficult to love
You, God or myself.
If words have any meaning
Enhance emotion with wisdom
And love with care
A wounded heart starts to heal.


Why?


A radio host places a prank phone call
Involved Monarchy and well being of a princess
Word gets out
Terrified nurse handling the call commits suicide…

A college student turns his room camera on
Wants to record his roommate’s love making
The prank goes sour
Young gay man commits suicide…

A teenage girl gets harassed on inter net
Goes to her room and hangs her self…

Each folly brings an unpredictable fatal tragedy
World hears the news in shock
A senseless loss of life
Falls heavy on human consciousness
Volatile emotions
Stressed out workers
Disillusioned youth
Or stupid prank players

Some answers buried so deep
Dispensing disarray and confusion
All we find is a question mark
An outcry of why… Why?
And a brutal story of life
Repeating it self again and again






Sunday, November 11, 2012

This Diwali


On this Diwali day why every thing feels just the same
Has the spirit of jubilation left my side?
Autumn winds have left accept that prevailing cold
Morning rain has littered the yard with fallen leaves
Wet brown and yellow leaves want to tell the story of bygone spring
Springing from dirt we reside back in dirt
Life seems to be in remission on this side of hemisphere
Serene autumn moon with its milky hallo recedes day by day
Tonight the cloudy moonless sky wonders about the twinkling lights upon earth
Is the celebration beneath is in harmony with darkness above
Cycle of nature points towards dissolution of life
Not its victory over inertia
Yet goodness may prevail in submission of soul
The supreme spirit that reins over all seasons
Submit to its celebration is the message being relayed here
Light a Diya to honor it
Let a pious ray of light shine upon heart
To sustain a dark mood
Wish for a divine blessing to fall upon all.
Wish all a happy Diwali.