A Friendship Quilt

Struggling to survive in a foreign land

I met an old lady, working on a small piece of quilt

“Lovely”, I remarked

Proudly she showed me nine more pieces made by her friends,

To complete the mosaic of her quilt

Nuance of her wrinkled face, filled with cherished memories of a lifetime

“Do you have friends?” She asked after a pause

A quilt needle pierced through my heart

“No,” I said quietly. " All were left behind.”

That night in my cold empty room

Tears rolling from my eyes,

I longed for the placid familiarity of my homeland

For the loving warmth of a friendship quilt

At midnight moon came out smiling from the clouds

In its pellucid light from window pane

A checkered pattern emerged on the wall

The flat white squares on the wall

Were dappled with the leaves and tree branches hanging in the sash

Silhouette of a perfect quilt breathing life in still room

Made me smile through my tears

I opened the window

Standing in the dark room, listening to the quaint causerie

Of stars and moon, of wind and leaves

I watched the ebullition of benevolence from Nature

Sweeping through my backyard.

Clairvoyance?

For a sylph whispered from the woods

“You are not alone”!

Savita Tyagi

The Spring In My Lot

Spring is in air again.

Miles and miles of daffodils aren't visible from where I live

Yet the beauty of few yellow flowers in my garden

Needs no other accessory.

The sweet fragrance of few blue Hyacinths

Is enough to fill the nostrils.

Cherry blossoms are in farthest land.

Aromatic mango blossom and flaming Tesu

Is in vintage of memory.

Here Bradford bursting with white flowers

Blows the trumpet for spring's arrival.

Cold and howling winds of winter

Disappeared into soft intoxicating breeze of silvery night.

From celestial sphere the crescent moon with shining Venus

And bright Phaethon with its moon rings

Invoke passion and desire in young hearts.

 

In the secrecy of night

Moon bestows

Its gift of love upon the bosom of its earth bride.

The grace is revealed

With morning dew and mist

Seeping from the gutter.

Love is in the air

Flying on wings of butterfly.

In the tapping of woodpecker.

In the rustling of wind.

The tweeting birds, the faint rings of wind chimes

The clamor of traffic at distance

All create a rhythmic music to greet the spring.

I loose myself in the melodious serenade

Like a Sufi Dervish whirling in communion with divine.

Spring enchants the world with its transient beauty.

With all its vivacity and all its tumults

It is like heart of a youth-

Whimsical, passionate, glee full and trenchant.

Spring! Your joy and ecstasy knows no bounds for me.

Your vernal gift touches my vertex

Adrenaline rushes in pores

Like snow melting from mountain

Rushes into rivers and stream.