When I started writing poetry
I hadn’t read much of it.
Nothing guided me besides my thoughts.
Now that I have read much of poetry
My thoughts aren’t there to guide me!
Wandering into the realm
Of other poet’s world
My own world is lost .......
Or is it a new beginning?
The scriptures tell me
The other world is of your own making
I am just crossing the bridge from I to you.
I wonder to where......
Sri Aurobindo’s poetry is infused not only with most profound and deepest thoughts found in most ancient Sanskrit literature of India, it is also abundant in the imagery found in the literature of ancient Latin, Greek and English poetry making it the most rich and vibrant work of literature in the field of spirituality.
In Savitri his thoughts have bloomed like thousands of lotus flowers covering the entire lake of spiritual poetry. One has to merge deeper and deeper in it and still may not find the depth that Sri Aurobindo has touched through his yoga and inner Psychological experiences.
The passage below talks about the origin of Universe. The power Unknown descending into the matter. The title below is provided just for the sake of the title for the clarity of the topic.
( Savita Tyagi )
The Beginning Of The Universe
At the outset of this enigmatic world
Which seems at once an enormous brute machine
And a slow unmasking of the Spirit in things,
In this revolving chamber without walls
In which God sits impassive everywhere
As if unknown to himself and and by us unseen
In a miracle of inconscient secrecy
Yet is all here his action and his will.
In this whirl and sprawl through infinite vacancy
The Spirit became matter and lay in the whirl
A body sleeping without sense or soul.
A mass phenomenon of visible shapes
Supported by the silence of the Void
Appeared in the eternal Consciousness
And seemed an outward and insensible world.
There was none there to see and feel;
Only the miraculous Inconscient,
A subtle wizard, was at its task.
Inventing ways for magical results,
Managing creation’s marvelous device,
Making mechanically dumb wisdom’s points,
Using the unthought inevitable Idea,
It did the works of God’s intelligence
Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown.
Still the consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,
Unfelt was the bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.
Being was an inert substance driven Force.
Looking at today’s events
I have come to believe that
Not every body searches
For peace, calm and social order.
Some just love to ride the storm,
The bold, courageous and free spirited,
And do deserve to be our champions.
Still some are coward and weak
To ride on thrilling waves.
They just love to create
Chaos and stir the hornet’s nest
At the expense of others,
Just to get the thrill set aside
Only for the brave heart.
To go on a wild ride to get
Their bones crushed....
Is just not in their blood...
And it makes my blood boil.
They are society’s worst enemy!
Jan. 6 th 2021
Silent winter night!
Barely a star is visible in the grey sky.
Patches of snow upon grey grass-
Black and white, all rest
In earth’s lap.
Upon the grey branches of a tree
Christmas lights are twinkling
Like thousands of fireflies
Warming up the cold night.
I make myself a cup of lavender tea
And sit out with a blanket wrapped around.
The air is not yet snow bitten and
Cold breeze doesn’t find its way
To cut through my blanket.
Distance traffic sounds
Occasionally break the silence
But not the serene calmness of the night.
Just like some dark painful thoughts of suffering
Cross the mind without overshadowing
The peace of mind.
The year 2020 would be remembered
For the death and anguish caused by Covid 19
Even the ones blessed to escape the virus
Have felt the collective grief in oneway or other.
All the distress and devastation
That nature causes
It still tramples upon its own dark domain
Of pain to heal and to cure
More than anything else.
12.18. 2020
Some time I read an old poem,
Brought back to me by some
Poet friend’s comment,
And wonder, did I write this!!
More than being lost to the outside world,
The poems have departed from my own memory
Flying high upon a rhythmic swing
Their words are beyond my reach.
In my sleep I sense myself
Searching for some conscious
Conversation of the day just gone by—
Like a thirsty walker stumbling upon sand
Or a ship being pulled through shallow waters.
The richness of the day
And serenity of the night
Imprisoned in the static silence
Of a strange world.
Banging on those closed doors of memory
Neither awake nor asleep
Unable to reclaim what once was mine,
I simply nurse my inertia.
Broken is my tryst with words!
Silvery beams in
scattered hair-
What shines upon me?
The sky is moonless!
Savita Tyagi
9. 20. 2020
Note: The above poem was published in the ' Poets Unite Worldwide' organizations 2020 poetry anthology. Publisher Dr. Fabrizio Frosini.
