"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, June 24, 2017

Talk Less Connect Deep! Random Thought 39

Every thought of mine
Should I record it!
Every thought of yours 
Should I read it!

There is something deeper
Than words that connects
A reader and a writer.

Some time I would rather
Let it all rest.
Let my existence become
A thought invisible
Yet connecting!

Like an uncut diamond 
Encased in deep dark caves 
Holding potentiality
Of dazzling beauty!
Waiting for diamond cutter
To fashion it all!

6.24.2017


Sunday, June 18, 2017

How She Got Her Washing Machine!

When computer tries to read your mind
And words are changed by auto checks 
Be careful for what may be lurking behind.
She writes to Westin to book a room
Auto spell changes it to Westinghouse!
Two days later-
She finds a washing machine at her door

Her holiday plans are now doomed. 

Away

Some day when I am alone
Living in the world of 
My own making
And you pass by me-
Just give a nod and a smile.
And when you walk away 
Leave a thought of yours
To mingle with mine
Know that I move now
In dimensions
Different than yours.

Savita Tyagi


6. 2. 2017

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Dragon's Mouth



This earth is a celestial gift of amazing notion.
Here the exotic birds chirp in green meadows,
And frothy waves dance in blue oceans.

Fog and floating clouds shroud
Its snow covered mountain house.
Their mystical silence so arresting,
It chains the mind into a quiet standing.

Here life sings its sweet and sour hymns. 
In its lap we breath, sleep and conjugate.
Yet what a sinister offspring we have become.
In its heart we have thrust a dagger deep.

We are a monster child wrapped in greed
Sucking life blood of its mother's breast.
Its lush green forests are becoming a graveyard 
Of dead trees and an ecological disaster for rest.

Its waters we have polluted with chemicals.
Smoke filled chimneys spew our black hatred.                                              
Plastic, carcinogens and poisonous gases
Fill our land with filth to tarnish its acreage.

Its grace is crushed under sky rise buildings.
From the smog filled sulfurous sky,
Sun's ultraviolet rays pouring through the
Broken shields of ozone, send us chilling vibes.

Our Mother Earth is sending us very clear signals.
We need to understand its angry outbursts.
Those falling glaciers are flooding land and oceans.
Chemical discharge is scaring pristine rivers' bosom.

Oil and coal polluted ether is changing earth
In a super heated dragon's mouth of leaping flames. 
Pushed to the edge it would burn and devour us alive.
Our beautiful planet is in grave danger and we are to blame.


Savita Tyagi

The above poem was written for the poetry Anthology book " Our Only World: Poetry for Planet Earth."

Sunday, May 14, 2017

For My Mother

When ever I think of writing 
Anything about my mother
I find the task overwhelming. 
Some emotions are beyond expression. 
How distant the memory of her feels.
Yet as fresh as rose petals 
Washed in spring rain.
Her footsteps are soft 
As she enters my heart,
Leaves a faint soft touch
And disappears
As unceremoniously 
As it first appeared. 
Alone I am left to recall her again
Or let it recede in sea of thoughts.
It is the color of her love
That never fades
It is the miracle of her love

That I pass on to my children.