Memoirs By Meher Khakwani

This day some day

Another girl’ll be here

But am not sure she could

Say, what I want to share

Her story might be different, enchanting more

But mine entails gratitude and love from the core

This, I do dedicate to the ones from whom

I’ve learnt so much, respect knowledge, wisdom

The sheer ability of thy self

To make us and want us learn more

Applaud able it is, commendable so much

Respect is always earned, you say

But to traverse on your path, I say

It’s yours. We all here accede

I am leaving, I hope

With success with me

Yet not one day shall pass by

Where I unlearn what you taught me

On some level, all of you

Made me a better person

And for that I sincerely do

Thank you.

Meher Khakwani For Beyond Sanity Publishing

The Rival-Sylvia Plath

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abases her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dis-satisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mail slot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

Poem by Sylvia Plath

Image by Shehryar Fakeha