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
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
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
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
Night is stygian sans of stars Dark mood shares kinship With black sky of new moon Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
Sometime I wish I had a piano In a long list of wishes may be another addition Or if my pen was a piano key On lazy afternoons of summer
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
Disconnect & Connect
In languid surroundings A sense of disconnect takes over I sit in aimless complacency Time floats away in blue sky.
A Tribute To Selma
A Tribute To Selma Today America commemorates The historic 50th anniversary of Selma
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
Random Thought Xvl
I look at life's happenings And it feels like hell is ready to jump on With a glare I put on my fighting gloves A raging fire streaming through eyes
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
Show that you care or show that you are not bothered. Show that you listen or pretend that you never heard.
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
At the onslaught of winter stripped of their possessions trees stand in silent prayer.
Grey clouds hang low just above the black trees as if to kiss them goodbye
The milky white glow of moon creates a longing
Is it possible to reach out to unknown?
I get not answer in that cold and still night.
Flowers huddled together still spread their fragrance
Soon the merciless frost of winter will kill the bloom.
Gofers in my backyard have created mounds of dirt to settle deep in warm earth.