To Jigeesha – you were the rarest of the rare
I have thought about you often, since March 18, 2009
Today
Are you home and surrounded by books?
Do you startle at the sound of screeching cars?
Did you never visit the desert again?
Then
You spanned across dreams and detours
Riding like a singing breeze across hills
And dared to traverse the twists and turns
Mar 18 to Mar 21
Day 1
He said you spat into their faces
When they had your arms creak in pain
Then they knew you would not quit
Night 1
I know, you reached over and kicked him hard
Shattering his ego, as the truck entered a ravine
You were grateful for being gifted a calm
Day 2
You start to fade as the light peeped in
And wondered if someone would find you
Waiting, you focus your head to books
Twilight 2
In exchange, you see pickaxes and guns
You imagine cutting through your ropes
And jumping out into the stillness
Night 2
By now you feel tears caked in streaks
You are all you have, you start writing letters
With broken fingers, in your own blood
H E L P
I will be late for work
Can someone please….
Tomorrow
deep down
You always wanted to be a story
Your mother tells it again and again
And still waits for you to knock on the door
As she caresses the ikat covered jewelry box
She is falling apart just like the box, but
prays fervently for your story to not be true
Stay safe Jigeesha
You were born to triumph
Kashiana 