Chembu🌺🧶

@chembarathi

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Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· 28d

Open me, you'll find a dense wood, children wandering inside it. Not lost children. They know the way. They live the way horses run. If they each had a bird in hand they would open their hands. - Tom Dillard #Poetry 💙📚👀

How to Live

Depravity begins with thinking of love as a radical act. I quit loving with difficulty. I love easy now. Two parakeets on my shoulders. They'll fly away if I move. So I move. I love flight. I love cages left wide open. I am not a window. I could be a window. Open me, you'll find a dense wood, children wandering inside it. Not lost children. They know the way. They live the way horses run. If they each had a bird in hand they would open their hands.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· 29d

Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life. You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken in the race of days. #Poetry 💙📚👀

For One Who Is Exhausted, a Blessing

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit. Gravity begins falling inside you, Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out. And you are marooned on unsure ground. Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken in the race of days.

John O'Donohue

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 13

🧶 We are finally traveling! This chubby sweety cat and wise fox has been with me for the last two years and they finally found a sweet home. Baby dragon is newly made and It is crazy to see how much neater my stitches have become in two years. Makes me want to cry. 🥹 #crochetsky #amigurumi

A collection of amigurumis - one red fox, one chubby cat holding an ice cream and a sleeping baby dragon

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 13

When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!) When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear. - Rudyard Kipling #Poetry 💙📚👀

Rudyard Kipling

"The Power of the Dog"

"GARM -- A HOSTAGE" -- ACTIONS AND REACTIONS

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find -- find -- it's your own affair --But... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!) When the spirit hat answered your every mood Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long --So why in -- Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 12

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that's wide and timeless. - Rilke #Poetry 💙📚👀

The Dark Hours of My Being

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a gravesite and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace:

a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.

Rilke

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 11

Socks 21 of 2026 🧶🧦 I am more sick than usual because Charizard was not an easy thing. But wanted some light knitting to keep me occupied and also not too boring - so here's my first Ribbed socks. I used a self striping yarn and added my own twist with a solid colour. I love it #knitsky

A pair of handknitted socks on my foot with blue stripes

My feet up against the ceiling fan wearing the striped handknitted socks

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 11

You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. ... But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first-all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing her eyes awake that first morning, the sun coming up like an ingénue in the east? - Linda Pastan #Poetry 💙📚👀

Imaginary Conversation

Linda Pastan, 1932

You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead-that obstacle race of minutes and hours, grocery stores and doctors.

But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first-all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing her eyes awake that first morning, the sun coming up like an ingénue in the east?

You grind the coffee with the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself. I set the table, glance out the window where dew has baptized every living surface.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jul 8

🧶 This is the most complicated amigurumi I ever attempted and I am drained beyond measure is an under statement. But so happy the way it turned out and I really hope this meets the expectation of the recipient. Second international order and hope it reaches destination without any damage. #crochet

Front view of an amigurumi of Charizard - from Pokemon

Back view of the Charizard and the tail has fire

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 28

Charizard Journey - This is the most challenging amigurumi I ever attempted. Glad that i got my crochet mojo back. Also, bought my first tweezer in this lifetime - not for eyebrows, but for stuffing amigurumi. 😂 🧶 #crochetsky #amigurumi

A hand holding a tweezer and some crocheted pieces in the background

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 28

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable. To learn to see. Your glance scattered seeds. It planted a tree. I talk because you shake its leaves. - Octavio Paz #Poetry 💙📚👀

Coda Octavio Paz

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world.

To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable.

To learn to see.

Your glance scattered seeds.

It planted a tree.

I talk because you shake its leaves.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 27

There is a moment after you move your eye away when you forget where you are because you've been living, it seems, somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky. You've stopped being here in the world. You're in a different place, a place where human life has no meaning - Louise Gluck #Poetry 💙📚👀

Telescope

by Louise Glück

There is a moment after you move your eye away when you forget where you are because you've been living, it seems, somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.

You've stopped being here in the world. You're in a different place, a place where human life has no meaning.

You're not a creature in a body. You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Then you're in the world again. At night, on a cold hill, taking the telescope apart.

You realize afterward not that the image is false but the relation is false.

You see again how far away each thing is from every other thing.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 26

🧶🧦 Socks 18 of 2026 - Bee-autiful Socks A super fun knit! I love how fuzzy and beautiful the wings of the bees look with the Kid Silk Mohair yarn. This is probably the most challenging sock i knitted so far in terms of yarn management. Pattern is so easy to remember and knit though. #knitsky

A pair of handknitted socks in light blue mc which has bee motifs all over

Wrong side of the handknitted socks showcasing floats

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 26

But eventually, you are cross-legged on your own sofa, in your own little apartment, eating a piece of cake topped with sugared peach and you're drenched in the wet orange joy of it. ..... You have come so far to love your little life so much that you would not trade a single scar. #Poetry 💙📚👀

The Whole of It

By Helen Meneilly

But eventually, you are cross-legged on your own sofa, in your own little apartment, eating a piece of cake topped with sugared peach and you're drenched in the wet orange joy of it.

Every time you touch your fingertips to your soft pale belly, you realise: you are living. What a dream you could be wishing for in some other, darker, life: to be here, now.

Bathtub full of tea, cotton bedspread speckled with a hundred blue flowers, a thrift store ceramic planter with a sunlit basil plant forming itself right before your eyes.

You have come so far to love your little life so much that you would not trade a single scar. Love it so much, that the empty side of the bed is already full.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 25

Second order of 2026 and second time making this cutie pie. Here's hoping that the rest of 2026 treats us all better. 🧶🌺 #crochetsky #amigurumi #bsnm It is available in my store and Ko-Fi shop chembarathicrafts.dm2buy.com

A crocheted penguin with red ear muffs and scraf

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 25

What breaks your heart contains everything you need to awaken. Yet you have a choice, to stay inside the ache as it rises up like the first pale green blade of a daffodil slicing through half-frozen soil-or to simply turn away and pretend your world didn't just end. - James Crews #Poetry 💙📚👀

Inside the Ache

What breaks your heart contains everything you need to awaken.

Yet you have a choice, to stay inside the ache as it rises up like the first pale green blade of a daffodil slicing through half-frozen soil-or to simply turn away and pretend your world didn't just end. Within every pain is infinite wisdom and love, though it seems as unlikely as a yellow trumpet-shaped blossom tucked inside the ragged and scarred bulb that guarded its spark all winter.

-James Crews

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 24

🧶 I got some of my amigurumi mojo back with this one. It took me a while to figure out the pattern - not the patten's fault. I misread things when I am too exhausted. I love how amigurumi look with small size hook, but embroidering them is not fun at all. I broke a metal needle. 😭 #bsnm #crochetsky

A crocheted ladybug that is shaped like a heart

A broken metal needle and the crocheted piece in the background

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 24

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. - Mary Oliver #Poetry 💙📚👀

Snow Geese

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!

What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. One fall day I heard above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was a flock of snow geese, winging it faster than the ones we usually see, and, being the color of snow, catching the sun so they were, in part at least, golden. I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us as with a match, which is lit, and bright, but does not hurt in the common way, but delightfully, as if delight were the most serious thing you ever felt. The geese flew on, I have never seen them again. What matters is that, when I saw them, I saw them as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.

Maybe I won't.

It doesn't matter.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 23

It is this way with kindness: someone plants in someone else a bit of beauty. a kind word, perhaps, or a touch, the gift of their time or their smile. And years later, in that inner soil, that beauty emerges again, pushing aside the dead leaves - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer #Poetry 💙📚👀

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 22

If my face is to be weather-beaten as well that's little enough lost, a fair bargain for a year among the lakes and fells, when simply to look out of my window at the high pass makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what My soul may wear over its new complexion -Fleur Adcock #Poetry 💙📚👀

WEATHERING

Literally thin-skinned, I suppose, my face catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well: that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to pass.

But now that I am in love with a place which doesn't care how I look, or if I'm happy, happy is how I look, and that's all.

my soul may wear over its new complexion.

I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy men who need to be seen with passable women. My hair will grow grey in any case, my nails chip and flake, my waist thicken, and the years work all their usual changes. If my face is to be weather-beaten as well that's little enough lost, a fair bargain for a year among the lakes and fells, when simply to look out of my window at the high pass makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what
My soul may wear over its new complexion
-Fleur Adcock

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 21

If these writings can bring a turn or an echo that touches you-maybe a face, a slant, a tune-you will stop too and bend over them. When you look up, your thought will reach wherever I am. - William Stafford #Poetry 💙📚👀

WILLIAM STAFFORD

SENDING THESE MESSAGES

Over these writings I bent my head. Now you are considering them. If you turn away I will look up: a bridge that was there will be gone. For the rest of your life I will stand here, reaching across.

If these writings can bring a turn or an echo that touches you-maybe a face, a slant, a tune-you will stop too and bend over them. When you look up, your thought will reach wherever I am.

I know it is strange. And there's no measure for this. The only connection we make is like a twinge when sometimes they change the beat in music, and we sprawl with it and hear another world for a minute that is almost there.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 20

I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of thick socks the cold cannot bite through, - BY JIMMY SANTIAGO BACA #Poetry 💙📚👀

I Am Offering this Poem

BY JIMMY SANTIAGO BACA

I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you, or like a pair of thick socks the cold cannot bite through,

I love you,

I have nothing else to give you, so it is a pot full of yellow corn to warm your belly in winter, it is a scarf for your head, to wear over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you,

Keep it, treasure this as you would if you were lost, needing direction, in the wilderness life becomes when mature; and in the corner of your drawer, tucked away like a cabin or hogan in dense trees, come knocking, and I will answer, give you directions, and let you warm yourself by this fire,

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 19

"Tu ladka hain ya ladki?"(Are you a girl or a boy), an old woman asked me while i was collecting my groeceries from the local store. The Grocer's mouth went wide open and I stood there grinning ear to ear as if I have received the best compliment in my life. #actuallyautistic #nonbinarypride

An old photo of mine making faces lying down beside my furry friend

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 19

🧦🧶 Socks 17 of 2026 - Cuff club inspired Socks The pink is Symfonie Terra Handdyed yarn from Knitpro. This is the only other sock yarn available here in India. I think I don't like superwash yarn much. I wish there were more colour options available in my staple sock yarn 😬 #knitsky

A pair of handknitted socks with three colour stripes and a dip stitch texture on the cuff

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 19

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. - Mark Strand #Poetry 💙📚👀

Keeping Things Whole BY MARK STRAND

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.

We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 18

When someone you haven't seen in ten years appears at the door, don't start singing him all your new songs. You will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second. Then decide what to do with your time. - Naomi Shihab Nye #Poetry 💙📚👀

The Art of Disappearing

When they say Don't I know you? say no.

When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering.

Someone is telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem.

Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply.

If they say We should get together say why?

It's not that you don't love them anymore. You're trying to remember something too important to forget. Tell them you have a new project. It will never be finished.

Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.

When someone recognizes you in a grocery store nod briefly and become a cabbage. When someone you haven't seen in ten years appears at the door, don't start singing him all your new songs. You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second. Then decide what to do with your time.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 17

And so I smile, as if my own fidelity to sadness were a hidden vice- that downward tug on my mouth, my old suspicion that health and love are brief irrelevancies, no more than laughter in the warm dark strangled at dawn. - The Obligation to be Happy by Linda Pasta #Poetry 💙📚👀

The Obligation to Be Happy

BY LINDA PASTAN

It is more onerous than the rites of beauty or housework, harder than love. But you expect it of me casually, the way you expect the sun to come up, not in spite of rain or clouds but because of them.

And so I smile, as if my own fidelity to sadness were a hidden vice-that downward tug on my mouth, my old suspicion that health and love are brief irrelevancies, no more than laughter in the warm dark strangled at dawn.

Happiness. I try to hoist it on my narrow shoulders again-a knapsack heavy with gold coins. I stumble around the house, bump into things. Only Midas himself would understand.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 16

🧶🧦 Socks 16 of 2026 - Fairy Maiden by This handmade life. A fun pattern with tiny cables and yarn overs that creates little owls!! #knitsky

A pair of handknitted socks with cables that look like little owls on my foot

A pair of handknitted pink socks with owl like cables

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 16

I like it when people share appetizers and good news and book recommendations. When they get so excited that their hands become actors and their story comes out as a spark. I like it when people offer these bright, little flowers. These tender, yellow bursts. - L.E. Bowman #Poetry 💙📚👀

FLOWERS

I like it when people brake for squirrels.

When they scoop bugs onto napkins and gently set them outside. I like it when people put their shopping carts back and smile at strangers and hold open doors.

I like the awkward run, the breathless thank you. I like it when people share appetizers and good news and book recommendations. When they get so excited that their hands become actors and their story comes out as a spark. I like it when people offer these bright, little flowers. These tender, yellow bursts.

L.E. Bowman

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 15

And each day I'm surprised by the newness that I see the things I'm finding out the complexity of me. So how to know yourself when you're all things rolled in one? you simply must decide to love whatever you become. - Donna Ashworth #Poetry 💙📚👀

KNOW YOURSELF

Know yourself they say and don't be led astray but how can I know who I am when I'm different every day?

Some days I am the smart one with the answers people need and some days I'm the strong one standing up to take the lead.

On other days I'm sure that if the wind blew me too hard I would shatter like a glass into a million tiny shards.

And on those days I cower and I hide out from the world waiting on my inner child to blossom and unfurl.

And each day I'm surprised by the newness that I see the things I'm finding out the complexity of me.

So how to know yourself when you're all things rolled in one? you simply must decide to love whatever you become.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi· Jun 14

I got a cute voice note from my almost 6 years old baby nephew about how much he love the handknitted beanie I gifted him. I actually made amigurumi dolls of their favourite footballers as gifts. 🧶 #knitsky