Savita Tyagi


Life On An Island


Driving on the streets of island
I take in the flavors of life in middle- east
Buildings are carved with eye appealing geometric patterns
The turquoise window glass and sea water shimmer together against bright sun
Mosque dome shines with gold and blue inlays.
Dates and palm tree lined highways are beautiful, but often jammed with traffic.
Cars move continuously on the roundabouts
The smooth circular motion at roundabouts becomes violent and noisy at times
With a car moving at fast speed.
The small Island is busy and packed with human cargo
The rush of traffic, the haste of human life,
The sound of construction vehicles,
The laborers working under fierce sun with their heads covered-
In the summer heat it can be mind boggling and exhaustive to be part of it-
To detach my self I take my eyes away to look at the calm blue waters of gulf,
It is all around the island tranquil and peaceful
Never bothered by human activity going around its shore.
If one could catch the sight of evening sun
A blazing red ball of fire hanging fiercely above the vast waters
Like an ancient Arabic warrior not willing to go down the horizon with out a fight-
It would sum up the spirit of this island.
*
Away from the busy world, life is quiet with in the walls of my house.
Not that it is a solace to be alone for a length of time.
Peaceful moments last only for few days or few hours.
The rest less mind starts to wander again.
I roam around the house mumbling the old Gazal*
Lagtaa nahi hai dil mera Ujerey Dayar mein*

I look at tall shade trees behind the twelve-foot high compound wall blooming with tiny flowers-
Walls create barriers between natives and foreigners
But the flowering wines soften the blow of apartness.
I think of those trees and wines
Providing shade and beauty to travelers
Bearing the desert harshness ever so quietly
Some time I wish we could be like them
Existing, supporting but not demanding or inquiring.
In quiet contemplation
All the reasons for existence become obsolete till we find no more.
Dual voices of mind quarreling with in defy every logic and reasoning
And eventually fall in deep silence leaving me even more alone and restless.
As I sit in solitude, atmosphere starts to change-
A tiny bird flies from the lamppost
A cat comes from behind the fern pot where it was resting away from sun’s heat
Sky-high trees behind the compound wall sway in gentle desert wind.
Hours pass by,
Hot and dusty evening gives way to cooler night.
The harsh sound of traffic dies down
The full moon rises just above the neighbor’s roof.
Often moon here is so close to earth that Michel Jackson could shoot a hoop in it.
Little stars send their silver beams upon my face-
“Scottie beam me up” I smile and answer the call of stars-
All my agitations recoil and drain in tranquil desert night
And leave me to live and rejoice the moment as it is.

*Note - Gazal is Arabic word for a song often with rhyming verses
Lagtaa nahi hai dil mera Ujerey Dayar mein: Translation: my heart is not content in this desolate place.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Edited: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Topic of this poem: Travel


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  • Gold Star - 16,557 Points Akhtar Jawad (9/15/2014 9:22:00 AM)

    A beautiful description of feelings on an Arabian Island, nights in desert are really beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 460 Points V P Mahur (3/27/2014 4:29:00 AM)

    Dear Madam,
    Thanks for your comment. Nicely and elaborately described thought you you have in this poem. Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,018 Points * Sunprincess * (3/23/2014 8:32:00 AM)

    ..........thanks for sharing the meaning of gazal....a new Arabic word for me...and enjoyed reading this lovely write...you penned it beautifully... (Report) Reply

    Veteran Poet - 3,571 Points Savita Tyagi (9/15/2014 7:04:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for clearing up the meaning of Ghazal. Being from North India I have some vocabulary of spoken Urdu but not very deep understanding of words literary meaning.

    Gold Star - 16,557 Points Akhtar Jawad (9/15/2014 8:47:00 AM)

    The exact meaning of Ghazal is-Talks with the beloved. Ghazal is a Persian poetry type, and from Persian it was adapted in Urdu. The first two lines of a Ghazal are riming and all the even lines are in the same rime, whereas the odd lines may or may not be in rimes. Normally every two lines of a Ghazal are a separate poem in meanings and thoughts. But there may be a continueity of thoughts and if so the Ghazal is called a Ghazal-e-musalsal.

  • Freshman - 1,035 Points Kanav Justa (3/23/2014 1:59:00 AM)

    , , a poet can make even the minute observation and then pen down in his/her poem, , , this is exactly what you have done, , , great narration, , , (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,580 Points Valsa George (3/18/2014 11:32:00 PM)

    Your observing eye and active imagination have captured the day and night of life in a Middle East island and you have encapsulated it into a beautiful poem enabling those who have been to the Gulf countries to re capture the scenes and also give a taste of its topography and life for those who have never been to the Gulf! ! Enjoyed much! !

    I invite you to read my poem- The Faceless City (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,543 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/15/2014 8:42:00 AM)

    The full moon rises just above the neighbor’s roof
    Life on a middle-east island is beautifully described. Nice poem with quote of a very appropriate gazal. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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