Biography of Savita Tyagi
I was born and raised in India. After my marriage I came to U.S. It wasn’t until my children grew up that I turned back to my love of reading and writing again. This time medium was a foreign language- English. Though I mostly write in English I still love to read Hindi and also our ancient Sanskrit poetry. To this day this ancient as well as new age poetry draws me with same passion. This fusion and enrichment some time reflects in whatever little I have been able to write and share with you. I am very thankful to everybody who has taken time to read my poems. With out your support I couldn't have done it. A big thank you to all who encouraged me to keep writing with their wonderful comments.
I also have a blog 'When Thoughts Get Wings.'
Savita Tyagi's Works:
By Savita Tyagi
Savita Tyagi Poems
In A World Of Poetry
Loved to write as far back as memory goes Without any thought for a verse to compose Poetic expressions of innate creativity
A Poet's Heart
He had a poet’s heart When he melted with pain at the sight of a wounded bird Like an ice cube melting in summer’s heat The helpless eyes of grieving bird’s mate
Night is stygian sans of stars Dark mood shares kinship With black sky of new moon Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
Powers Lie In Us
Endowed with knowledge we Acquire the power of a counselor. Cultivating equanimity we
A Day Of Thanksgiving
Thanks for beautiful blue skies Thanks for fragrant air silently filling the garden Thanks for colorful fall leaves Swirling and dancing through air even in their demise
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time I was innocent Once upon a time I was happy Once upon a time spring came Once upon a time the flowers bloomed
A larger Identity
It is not enough to have our own identity. Our individuality, just one layer, a small brick In a multilayered cosmic structure. We are part of a bigger world
Experiment and Experience
Read a book about rich and famous And thought so this is what A life of wealth is all about Heard the news and wondered
Random Thought XV
When I need a friend I think of you When I search for you I is all I find In truth I know not either!
Disconnect & Connect
In languid surroundings A sense of disconnect takes over I sit in aimless complacency Time floats away in blue sky.
Fragrance of love pervades alike The breath of young, old and senile In heart full of emotions, like sky full of cloud A glance, a wink, a flattery of word
When Hope Becomes A Prayer
A friend saddened by World's perilous conditions and being Full of compassion for human suffering Remarked; on account of being atheist
We Are Being Watched
This is such a creepy and weird feeling Unsuspecting innocent hearts Being watched Not by police or bandits
I am your past Bury me alive Dirge not for me Envy me not
A Short Meditation
Oh! Benevolent spirit of forest
Let me be the resting place of your habitat
Let me have the honor to enhance your comfort for tired and desolate.
When the little hatchlings fly out of your chamber of greens-
Blind and disoriented
Their delicate wings too weak to take them across a long journey
Their instincts in despair to measure the depth of earth or the height of sky above
Let my shoulders be the resting place for their flight