Woman by the Door – Three poems by Kashiana Singh

‘meanwhile, you stir life / into us, our faces cupped / in the folds of your / turmeric stained / hands – / held by a firm wrist / draped / in a beaded rosary’

Kashiana Singh

The following poems are excerpted from Kashiana Singh’s upcoming collection, Woman by the Door, to be published by Apprentice House Press in Maryland, U.S.A., in February 2022.  

The Kitchen that is also a Monastery

 

I wish to memorialize the

kitchen in your home, one

where you meditate at the

stove

each pancake a gospel

for which we

saved powdered

sugar from a red tin jar

that deliberated, monk like

alone on your kitchen shelf

Your kitchen is also of abundance

It watches over the content manner

of your chopping, saintly—

measured cubes of

squeaky clean vegetables

sharp by cut, layered

onions first, pink blushed

potato squares, before they

are dropped into a bowl

of ice-cold water

slow devotionals

playing in the background

your eyes melting into tears

carrots and peppers

always in juliennes

cauliflower florets

perfectly pristine as

you flicked them apart.

I remember watching

in awe, your fingers

elegant as they form

shadows on egg white

walls.

Your kitchen is also a monastery

I remember you humming

a symmetrical prayer

and with a quick move of your

wrist, you submerged sparse

offerings into a fiercely clean

pan—

one that sputters spotless

as it gathers your warmth

meanwhile, you stir life

into us, our faces cupped

in the folds of your

turmeric stained

hands –

held by a firm wrist

draped

in a beaded rosary

Your kitchen is so radiant

I remember you as

stubbornly insistent

about the daily

ardaas/arzdasht

for sarbat da bhala

as you were about the

exact proportions in

the healing spoon of

five

spice –

I remember the kitchen epoxy

being bathed in a dewy caress

a periwinkle blue-purple gaze

of heavens peeping at dawn.

*

  

Children in Cages
   

after Martín Espada’s “Floaters”

 

What else would you expect

of children in cages, playing

with balls and dolls, camps

turned into witness stands

they encourage the singing

of simple songs, gathering

their notes in soccer balls

and inside limbs of broken

dolls, they break back into

cages.

What else should we expect

of children in cages, waiting

too long.

simmering broth on her stove

awaits, the shadows lengthen.

there is nothing to be done

a caged bird does not sing.

*

 

Just a process after all

“in our village are short and to the point.”  “Funerals” by James Laughlin

 

The hustle of the five days after you.

They prescribe 10 to 30 days of mourning.

The completion of mandatory actions like

curdled milk, ghee, oil lamps, candles, pristine sheets,

tilted tears, jasmine-filled condolences, food and guests.

Your hands were placed in the position of prayer, as the floor was sprinkled with water.

Purification. Release. Rebirth.

Meanwhile, a forgotten notebook still open at your desk.

Your baritone voice has barely gathered inside the cold walls of the urn.

Cannot bring ashes home or keep the urn in your room.

Ramification. Release. Rebirth.

I feel you. Almost grinning at the edge if its polished rim before it bobbles away into the setting sun.

The incense burns. You promise to reach me as soon as you are there.

We gather at the dinner table. Extended family and all.

Purgation. Release. Rebirth.

Today we serve rajma–chawal. Tomorrow is chicken curry day, exactly like you relish it.

I wish you could hear them asking me if I would write something about the process.

I wish you would come back.

for a day. So, I could save one soaked drop of your voice

and nest its vibration within my

rib-cage.

Salvation.

***

When Kashiana Singh is not writing, she lives to embody her TEDx talk theme of Work as Worship into her every day. She currently serves as poetry editor for Poets Reading the News. Her chapbook Crushed Anthills by Yavanika Press is a journey through 10 cities. She is currently knitting a new collection, Woman by the Door. You can find more information on her website. She is on Twitter: @Kashianasingh and Instagram: @kashianasingh.

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