Shikha Gupta Poems

I could promise
To never do it
Again...
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A Paper Plane
Sits
On a chair
In the balcony
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Sunday.
I don't eat by myself
So I leave the television on
To fill in.
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Sometimes I wonder
If I had every meal
On time
And ate a lot
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Toes in wet sand: wait...
Wait; anticipate the wave
Recedes. Toes make shapes.
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When under the 5 o'clock sun
Under your skin
You skim
From the crusts of the reckless babble
...

(I just wanted to say
that all that I've said
and all that I will
has never been enough
...

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And now you breath into
The dead man
...

In the cold night
The warm engine reverberates
The warmth that ferments
Between filled spaces
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He said he didn't want much.
And she said she didn't want much.

And that's just what they got.
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