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
- Haiku 35 (Forbidden Love) -new-
- My Chamber Is Empty -new-
- Who Am I And What Do I Seek? -new-
- A Flowerbed!
- Poetry's Call
- Random Thought 40 (Saint And Crook)
- Write Less! Connect Deep! Random Thought...
- Limerick 2 (How She Got Her Washing Mach...
- Senryu 18
- Tanka 11&12
- Life! Simple Or Complex!
- Tanka 10
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 Larger Identity
It is not enough to have our own identity. Our individuality is just one layer, a small brick In a multilayered cosmic structure. We are part of a bigger world,
Powers Lie In Us
Endowed with knowledge we Acquire the power of a counselor. Cultivating equanimity we
A Tribute To Selma
A Tribute To Selma Today America commemorates The historic 50th anniversary of Selma
Night is stygian sans of stars Dark mood shares kinship With black sky of new moon Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
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.
We Are Being Watched
This is such a creepy and weird feeling Unsuspecting innocent hearts Being watched Not by police or bandits
Disconnect & Connect
In languid surroundings A sense of disconnect takes over I sit in aimless complacency Time floats away in blue sky.
In a night of icy rain Icicles jingle on my window Like musical notes Of silvery crescendo
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
Before You Bid Adieu
O sweet breathe of life Stay with me a little longer Be my companion I still have to find the bird
What does loving God means? I asked the spiritual counsel Loving God means loving all
When Heart Is At Peace
When heart is at peace World looks beautiful Taking a short walk In calm of night
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
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