Savvy Raj

Live Life Lovingly!


And the woman labours on!

A balloon seller now she is

Her name does not matter

Married for she was considered a burden

By her very own parents.

A poor girl from the city of Rajasthan India

Surviving, living by and around

Cafes in the city of Pune

Just 19 solar cycles old

Her malnourished body has no signs of youth

She works all day selling balloons in hope

For one square meal to come her way

Often she says she eats only once in the day

If she is lucky she gets a bite-sized meal.

She wanders around till late evening

and sells her wares outside the hip street cafes

Often times to children and some for grown-ups too

My daughter is all of 19 too

Was visiting the cafe with friends

She chanced upon her last evening.

Begging her to buy some balloons

She took a bit of time and listened to her woes

She was deeply moved and she fed her dinner

In return, she was gifted a balloon from the heart

And this story above is the truth of this balloon seller’s

Life and existence

That she heard first hand and narrated to me last night

I reflect on how she said…

‘The balloon seller is stoic and yet hopeful’

Her life is a tragic story and pitiful

An account of a woman’s day!

Another day dawns …

They call it Woman’s Day!

The woman labours on

With the same fervour and faith

Like every other day

It makes no difference to such countless women really

If there is a day marked in her favour

Using her name politics is played

Institutions have events and clubs have parties

Felicitating and celebrating in the name of womanhood

When will lives of every female child truly change

As a mother or the daughter or the sister

Maybe there is a recognition and sweet words

from your family and friends for a day or so …

Her life is a mere existence in making through each day and night…

What a day like this going to matter to her.

Really not much.

She is out in the open vulnerable and bare.

Bounded by duty imposed without a right

Carried on in the throes of life and living.

Praying a day will dawn when every life matters.

Where every child is born and raised with love

For the future of this world belongs to them.

Savvy Raj




On Self Expression

Express to sense 

Express to let go 

Express to heal 

Express to feel 

Express to move

Express to balance 

Express to live 

For expression is to share 

The gifts of being alive to life.

Express in this now!

Because you can.


On Hope In The Being



On Thoughts … Part 2

This morning I wrote down a few thoughts ….’On tboughts’ and shared and just a while ago I was pleasantly surprised by some lovely afterthoughts shared by my dear mother  almost immediately on Whatsapp.

I share her jotted thoughts here as part 2:

 On Thoughts  
Thoughts are the doorways that connect our inner and outer world. As we walk along this path it leads  us along the physical ,material world filled with varied emotions, feelings and desires. It connects us with our past, bring back the forgotten memories and our reaction depends on what it mirrors. It has the power to make us sad, angry, or happy.  Like an expert master it rules our emotions.  A happy moment can turn sour when it brings an unwanted, unneeded or unconnected memory back which is followed by a volley of unnecessary words and arguments which can make the whole scene bitter, thereby sowing the seed for another set of  reactions in another time frame. 

On blooming thoughts . 


It is a magical weaver. It has the potential to jump from past to future in a fraction of a second. It’s speed surpasses the fastest speed known to us. It has the power to take us to the dream world idling for hours together.    

In the the ocean of time it’s waves are endless. We become playing clay in its hands moulding our moods as it wants.

   In short our thoughts rule us. Like an obedient slave we obey its whimsical command forgetting our true potential.  The wise souls understood this.With their deep knowledge they have shown us various ways  to take command of our thoughts n  tame them. Like a circus ringmaster in the midst of wild animals we should be in constant awareness to lead our thoughts, and observe their moves.
  Similar to a focussed traveller who never strays from his path how much ever  alluring the sceneries on his way, elluding the perils in his path  goes steadfast to reach his destination, we should train ourselves not to be distracted by the flow of thoughts.  We can never stop its flow, as it is natural, but can train our mind not to react to each and every word.  Let’s be a witness,  never become a part. Let’s keep proceeding with the companionship of  positivities like kindness, compassion, selflessness,  humility and  gratitude.  Let’s make this journey beautiful.


 Come, let’s walk together in harmony guiding each other positively, as we reach our individual  goals and collective aspirations.


 Do feel free to share your thoughts…



 My  Digital Painting titled  Crosswinds 

For every you there is another you caught in the crosswinds 

Infact there could be many more reflections of you…life will throw you the hints 

Fanning the flames only arouses the spirit 

to arise and evolve more than we give merit

To deeper levels of conscious awareness 

Breathe in the wisdom of knowing in all fairness

Of the freeflow of movements as it unfolds

The crosswinds breathe fire of life into souls 

To breathe in the the energy of consciousness sublime

Trust the trysts of destiny in the eternality of time

To have a reason all their own 

Cause it is preordained like seeds of life already sown. 

Savvy Raj 


Manifesting Creativity


Life & living 

Life &living 

 Shapes and angles in the abstraction 

Dots to lines in the interconnection 

Lines to dots in the simplification

Dots to void of the core in sublimation.


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