Shikha Gupta Poems

So one day
I was walking down the street
When I met a man who claimed to know me
Only
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You forgot to give me
What was mine.

Again.
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This is just to say that
This is not for you.

That each morning,
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I fell in love yesterday
And today I fell out of it
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what'd you think it was anyway?
my time to lie on the couch?
did you think under the pretenses
you'd finally get an answer?
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Ever so often you wish
That the words they said
Would be yours.
That you could say it
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They felt unwanted
unreal
unbecoming
unmine
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She says she doesn't like
What they say,
Neruda, Akhmatova and Amichai.
Says she'd rather listen to me.
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The connoisseur.

He owns a glass of wine to his hand
Takes in a mouthful.
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Lying awake in bed,
Playing with time
On a Sunday morning
Thinking of spent nights
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