Savvy Raj

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The Tree Remembers & How!

The Axe Forgets
The Tree Remembers.
…African Proverb

The surging pain of the strike
The slashing that seethes the soul.
The emotions deepen the wound
Such is the exacting nature of the hurt.

But learn you must
To gradually evolve
To let go the past
To grow anew
Arise from the scars
Forget you may not
But forgive you can!

Like the barks of the tree
Although scathed and bruised
By the cuts of the axe
Growing out new branches
And blossoming into spring
Flowering in fortitude…
Strengthening the Soul
Renewing the spirit

For the Bark of a Tree …
Tells the tale of sheer grit
And strength in the grounding.

Your life’s scars are patterns
Life has drawn on you
While you held ground.

Replenish &Regenerate. Only to bloom again in time!

Be proud of who you are.
You are amazing! !




You and I

When you take a step
And hold my hand
As we dance as one
Listening to the tunes
Of our beating hearts.

Moving to the melody
Sensing the synchrony
Sharing the love
Spreading smiles.

Without a word…
We know for sure
Whatever comes along
We can make it all right
However lost we may seem
We will find our way
Yes, you and I.


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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



A splash of Colors!!

Let colors carry the message of love, brotherhood, and truth.

Let the colors of Holi brighten your spirit and spread the message of peace and joy and goodwill without discriminations.

Happy Holi to one and all!




 Priceless Soul!

Oh! Priceless soul!

Let there be more within for you to share 

Let your words be measured in equanimity

Leave a bit of yourself in you for your sanity! 

A little mystery of you to seek and  solve.

A little meaning in you to find and evolve.

Your lifes sense of being,

It resides to make you, you 

It arrives and departs as it wishes

But exposes your you-ness to you!

It  knows what makes you tick 

It knows itself and its ways around you 

For it is yours to keep and own 

Trust it to show you  the truth in your path 

Have faith in its enthralling ways 

And you will sense the sheer miracle of You!

Allow yourself to safegaurd your very being.

For this is a world, that gets weary soon enough 

Of every fanciful thing in time.

 Let your soul  be yours to keep

 Sell it not for any price in the world, 

 For priceless is the spirit in your soul!


This poem is a dedication to the creative soul that rests and flows within each of us that sometimes has the propensity to gets burdened by its own intensity.

Sense its infinite potential but value the need to center this soulspace. Pause to rest and recover, to reflect and revere its divinity. For it is in the stillness of such unassuming moments the creative soul is replenished to flow boundlessly in the river of time. .Savvy

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On Nurturing : 3

Gamut of Nurturing : Mind body Integration


Nurturing is an integrated spectrum of experience and it is highly recommended in todays times of survival  of the fittest to embalm the body spirit and soul.

What can be nurtured … well almost everything…

From a thought to an idea to a habit to a passion and more . When nurtured , in hope and goodwill there can be transformations in the transitioning of time .

Nurturing is a very vast ocean of unconditional love and support which can perhaps make the nurturer extremely compassionate and even exacting for the good of the nurtured . But perhaps the concept of nurturing needs to change as well with the changing sensibilities of time. 

In such scenario as it presents itself nurturing needs a relook like a time stamp and check on where it is heading often keeping the iterations going to evolve further.

There is a dignity in nurturing

With understanding that arises

In patience tolerance and perseverance

Beyond an attitude of indifference

Nurture in trusting

Heart over mind

Or mind over heart

Is not the question at all …

Nurture  in spirit and soul

With all of your being

In every communication

Or crisis confrontation


Nurture in conscious awareness

Accepting the interconnects

Acknowledging the interdependence

Arising to evolve in life and living.

Nurture knowing truth is eternal

In Spirit, knowing it  is for you to kindle

In Empathy knowing you are because they are

In compassion sensing the suffering and pain.

Nurturing is not an on off act

It is a never ending journey

It is a lesson in  unconditional love

It is a life time of learning in the caring.


To nurture is to arise to any occasion

In hope and goodwill

In strength  of positivity

In light beyond passions.

Nurturing is an art of living

In bringing to light the hidden good

In surfacing with dignity and grace

In knowing the  infinite truth of being.

Nurturing is  in the unfolding resurrection

In transpiring to regeneration

As in such an reviving emergence

Life begets the vital resurgence.


To nurture is allow hope to permeate in all

To nurture is choose to better from before

To nurture is to raise the bar of accomodation

To nurture is to instill faith and bond in trust

To nurture is an emergence of a boundless bond.

A nurturing heart supports and nourishes

A nurturing nature provides care and comfort

A nurturer cultivates and lays the foundation for roots to grow strong and spread .

A nurturing soul is the key to a better future.

Savvy Raj




Life and Living 

The Circle of life

Plays on its game of being

Yin and yang hides and seeks

In perfect harmony

In perfect synchrony

In perfect balance.

Flowing with life and living 

Yet as every being is endowed

A nature all its own

In a bid to discover the self

Man explores spaces and beyond

At times creates sometimes destroys

The very meaning of life itself

Yet manages to mark his time

Leaving soulprints in the sands of time.

Crossing many lunar and solar cycles

Having felt the extremes of nature

Of people and places.

Comes a call from within,to choose balance

And acknowledge the need to arrive

At an equilibrium of sorts

In life and living.

Having  taken the world for granted

Both internal and external

Then wisened by experiences

With self and beyond

Man desire for balance is awakened

And resurrected in the passage

Of the night and day

Of life and living.

To live and learn

To sense and share

To dream and dare

To act and respond

To transform and transcend 

Such is the nature of life and living …