Savita Tyagi

A Floating Cloud - Poem by Savita Tyagi

I am like a floating cloud in this
Vast open seemingly barren sky.
Hidden in my bosom millions of tiny vapors,
Formless, colorless, faceless,
Waiting for a chance to get a face, a color, or a form.
In their expression I find a bit of my identity,
But very often I float around
Carrying that mysterious world within.
That veiled mysterious world-
So near yet so unknown.
Every now and than a flash of light escapes from it,
Like a meteor bursting on night sky.
It touches me, inspires me
Illuminates my whole being for a moment-
Then every thing becomes quiet again,
Like nothing has happened.
Mystics call it the world of silence-
There all is tranquil, all is calm.
This infinite space within-
The substratum of life,
It holds me, cuddles me, guides me through.
Always pulling me with some magical energy
Yet always beyond my reach.

Topic(s) of this poem: spirituality

Form: Free Verse

Comments about A Floating Cloud by Savita Tyagi

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (11/21/2017 7:52:00 PM)

    There all is tranquil all is calm..a master piece (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (8/28/2016 2:43:00 PM)

    Always pulling me with some magical energy
    Yet always beyond my reach..........................this is a good way to describe my feelings about some women i've known.
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    Savita Tyagi (8/28/2016 5:13:00 PM)

    Thanks for the comment. Behind that joke cracking style much more stays hidden!

  • Bri Edwards (8/26/2016 6:21:00 PM)

    oh! i see you have within on this page.

    ok, Savita, i've now read it about four times and i like it more now that i'm not stopping and pondering or looking for 'mistakes'! ! !

    i liked especially the lines Akhtar mentions in his comment.

    let me know about baron/barren and i'll get this into the Section A of September 2016's Showcase for PH poets.

    :) bri
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    Savita Tyagi (8/26/2016 8:51:00 PM)

    Thanks Bri for your comment and for pointing out the misspelled baron.

  • Akhtar Jawad (7/21/2014 9:00:00 PM)

    The substratum of life
    It holds me, cuddles me, guides me through
    Always pulling me with some magical energy
    Yet always beyond my reach.
    That should remain beyond the reach, because that is the destination where at the journey is finished. A lovely write.
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  • (8/16/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    beautiful poem
    i love the words and imagery
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  • Anita Sehgal (10/6/2012 9:26:00 AM)

    very beautifully put..lovely read.. enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Kasia Fedyk (6/17/2012 9:24:00 PM)

    Your writing is magical, it creates a place so deep within the heart and soul, a feeling of letting go and embracing this precious moment, one with the cloud, oh, you know I always feel like that as I am the could. Thank you my dear friend for your beautiful poem. Namaste. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 27, 2016

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