Rarest of the rare


To Jigeesha – you were the rarest of the rare

I have thought about you often, since March 18, 2009



Are you home and surrounded by books?

Do you startle at the sound of screeching cars?

Did you never visit the desert again?


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


I will be late for work

Can someone please….



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

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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