
This one is a micropoem that sparked from the words… Where light shines’.
When you turn your face
Towards the sun…
Where does the shadow fall?
Where does light shine?
Shine on …
Savvy

This one is a micropoem that sparked from the words… Where light shines’.
When you turn your face
Towards the sun…
Where does the shadow fall?
Where does light shine?
Shine on …
Savvy

I enjoy simplifying complexity
For I do believe simplicity
Is just complexity turned upside down
And perhaps knotted and twisted at times.
All it needs is an untangling.
In thoughts words and deeds.
While the mind may play games
Simply speaking from the heart
Seeing with the heart
Feeling the sensations that emnate from the heart
Will release the unnecessary knots
And create a path of clarity.
Savvy

Space.
Space allows.
Space that expands
Space that acknowledges you.
Space that lets you be.
Space that opens up for you
Space that speaks to you in you.
Space that listens as it speaks
Space that evolves you
Space for growth and learning
Space that liberates
Space frees
Space.
I wrote this piece in a flow…
In a space of calm.
I enjoyed writing it as I began playing with space in and around the poem unknowingly at first but then intentionally after the sixth line. As I patterned the flow… I began channeling my thoughts …in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3,2,1 words.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
Savvy

A moonlit night
The beach glows bright
Silvery waves, sugary white
As the last of the seagulls take flight
Evening dusk shadows the skylight.
To behold, what a sight
To remember, what a night.
Savvy
💙

Meet?
Meet where?
You tell me
Is there a place
That is better than here?
A place that’s inviting called WordPress.
An inclusive space for creative minded souls
So meet we will, right here
In this wordy writing space
Time and time again
You and me
Sharing words
Heartfully…
💙
Savvy
Any fellow writers up for this fun challenge.
Simply write in this
syllable structure…
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Looking forward to reading it.

Roads of Goa
Don’t know you
How you live and breathe
In these nondescript pathway.
Yet here you are
Vividly present
Colouring the blue sky
With blossoms of contrasts.
Mature trunk and verdant leaves
You strike a pose
You hold a stance
In your unique way.
I see you dear tree
Grateful for your being
For you nurtured many lives
Seen many a solar cycles.
I bless you with all my heart
For healing this world…
For the world may be
You are just another tree
For me you live vibrantly
Evergreen in my memories.
A sight to behold
A vision to thank
In recognition and gratitude
For your impactful presence🙏
A trip down memory lane.
An unexpected yet beautiful burst of colour contrasting the bright blue sky prompted me to click a photo in a split second, enroute a road trip to Goa a few years ago…
P.S.
Sharing some amazing facts about the positive ecological impacts from one fully mature tree, that I came across.
Key Environmental & Ecological Impacts
That I am fond of trees is nothing new… I have written many verses on trees before as well, yet in here I share a message close to my heart…
Nurture nature Nurture trees.
You are doing an important service to help support self sustaining powerhouse of oxygen to our planet.
Savvy Raj
🌳 🙏 🌳

April has come and gone
August too has passed on
Changing months
Changing seasons
Although pleasant and cool.
There is a nip in the air
Winter is soon approaching
Just around the bend.
Across the horizon
I look up at the morning sun
Awakening my senses warmly
In the alchemy of apricity.
This poem flows along in my simple joy of using this rarely used word. APRICITY…the warmth of a winters sun.
Hoping for apricity
Of feeling the warm sun
On a cold winters day…
Savvy

The past is clutching you
But choose to sculpt a new now
Shed your old skin
Unclasp the tags.
Yesterday may hold you captive
But choose to chisel on relentlessly
Bit by bit…
And free yourself from its vice like grip.
Your tommorow awaits in patience,
Trust, all is well in time.
Shape yourself into who you are.
Savvy Raj
(My verses in a flow, inspired by the image share that came my way.)

It’s early evening
The sunlight is still filtering in
I sit back, after a walk.
It feels like a balmy dusk
Watching dappled rain drops
Falling on verdant leaves 🍃
Petrichor fills the air
Rising from the earth
Sensing the glimmers of this now.
Serenading my senses, in serendipity…
Savvy

Look up
The same sky that brought the storm
Brings forth the sunshine
What more proof do you need,
To trust that it will soon change?
Whatever it is,
Better times are around the bend.
Savvy

On a moonlit night
Embalmed in its luminescence.
Bathed in its argent glow
Graced by the peace in the beam
Radiance lingers in its pearlescent reflection
Drawing us to look upwards
As we are enveloped by its lovely light.
Savvy

What’s different about you, after the storm ?
Are you hardened and toughened by it ?
Or are you more humane, compassionate and gentler as a human after the storm ?
It all depends on you
And how you choose to perceive it.
Perhaps the storm teaches you to steel the self
And create a self preservation shield from such experiences.
On the other hand it could make you more alive to life and the preciousness of now.
As you choose to live and love the life you have left than simply exist in the moments. ✨️
#Life Life Lovingly ❤️
This post actually was inspired by a comment from my dear friend on WordPress over the years and most of all, a truly empowered and brilliant author Maggie Watson.
Her comment made me stop and think of how much even a mention of the word,’ Storm’ can conjure up. And how much those who have survived it may be feeling … each of these bravehearts may have a different tale to tell.
Yet the truth is their heart beats to the preciousness of this now.
Savvy

Storms rage and ravage
They lay waste the efforts
And destruct many a lives.
Yet they rise, only to fall
When the storm subsides
The world picks up the pieces
Of the then and now…
To build again in hope
That tommorow is another new day.
But storms that pass, often leave imprints;
Of traumas in those testing times
Of fear in the back of the mind.
They appear in dreams
Almost as if it is reality.
They create confusion in the sanest of times
But when the heart knows
That fear is just the mind
Playing its tricks again.
It becomes brave
And continues to beat stronger
And life dances to its beats…
For it has survived the storm.
Rest all is history 💙
Storms have a way of playing with our life even when they have long subsided.
The brewing storm in our thoughts and dreams may seem fearful yet they also bring perspective to empower ourselves.
I write these verses inspired by the reading the title and verses of this poem, this morning. Thank you 🙏 poeticmobility.
And the image here is from my Ai artwork collections, for I somehow feel it belongs here as well.
I leave a question here for you to reflect upon…
Every life has survived its own share of storms
Leaving much wisdom in the learnings behind.
What lesson has your heart learned after the storm?
Savvy Raj

If you could turn the key to a door that opens up to a place somewhere right now…
Where does your imagination take you?
Near mountains
Near water sources
Green spaces
Or spiritual spaces
Or somewhere where your heart is calling out?
What is your favourite kind of place?
Or is your desire to stay
Wherever you are,
Stronger than anything else?
Sometimes in the middle of movements there is a desire for stillness
In the middle of hectic days…
For the quietness of calm.
And sometimes amidst silence
There is much going on…
The mind is steering the wheel
Both movement and stillness
Are part of the journey.
And the desire to drive on
Explore discover the world
And what it has to offer
Is something that happens
To evolve every life.
Savvy

An interesting dawn
I woke up earlier than dawn today.
And positioned myself in my favorite space
To watch the glorious dawn
Before I could realise
A bright orange ball
Just popped up over the horizon…
It was as if the sun was in a hurry
To awaken the world & light the day.
As I just began to ease into the brilliance …
I saw the corner of the sun
Disappearing into the blanket of clouds
Looming large, to dull the senses once more…
The light is hidden now
From plain sight.
Do know the sun is up
There may be a lull in the now
But darkness is a passing cloud
Think of it, as moments to pause
In patience for light is on the other side
Awaiting its turn to light up your day.
And yes, before I could pen these words here…
The light of dawn paints the day.
Savvy
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