A salesman was here today Selling vacuum cleaners. They clean everything, He said. The pelmets, the curtains, And of course, the carpet; Even the bedcover, the walls, And that place under the bed Which I can’t reach.
I wonder If it can sweep aside The cobwebs that blanket our lives … … yours and mine. Will it help me Reach that corner Of your heart Which I cannot touch? I wonder, As I wait for you To decide If we need that vacuum cleaner..
About the poet – I found this and a few other poems in the diary of an 18-year old girl a couple of years ago. She would rather remain anonymous. Actually, she can’t remember writing them in the first place and thinks they are rather inane. So when I thought they should be recorded somewhere – whatever their worth – she reluctantly gave me permission to share them here, albeit in my name.
About the poem – She was obviously a fan of ‘Gone With the Wind’.
About the photograph – Credit all mine! Taken on a trip to Palampur in Himachal Pradesh, India.
Note: There is something hauntingly romantic about old ruins. And when these are situated in a village which is supposed to be the ‘most haunted place in India’, one’s imagination runs wild. A memory – glimpse of a veil, a whiff of a scent, a touch of the breeze – the birth of a poem, dedicated to Bhangarh, a small village in Alwar District in Rajasthan.
This is a very special quilt, perhaps the closest to my heart! I started making it in February this year, as a Valentine’s Day challenge entry for my facebook quilting group, Desi Quilters. I had just managed to get the pieces ready for English paper piecing, when my daughter fell seriously ill.
She was hospitalized for 2 months, when there was someone very special who gave us faith she and we would come out of it, stronger than before.
“Cruel harsh winter
Ablaze with flowers of hope.
Summer’s in my heart.”
The unfinished pieces lay there forlorn and rolled up, to emerge in September, for yet another group challenge, ‘Flowers’. Finally completed, here it is.
This piece is also special, because it is the first time I tried free motion quilting, quite successfully, I thought!
(The use of the lighter brown in the bobbin case was not intentional – I just ran out of the darker thread :-p)
I added a few French knots to give some dimension to the flowering trees.
Today we are faced with yet another situation where we need strength and hope, lots of it!
My faith continues to give me belief we shall overcome this too! “…but winter always turns to spring. Never, from ancient times on, has anyone heard or seen of winter turning back to autumn. ” Nichiren Daishonin
बीहड़ उजाड़ मन.
गुलमोहर अमलतास बन
झूमी आस किरन…