Shikha Gupta Poems
I Know You Know Me
So one day I was walking down the street When I met a man who claimed to know me Only
You forgot to give me What was mine. Again.
This Is Just To Say...
This is just to say that This is not for you. That each morning,
I fell in love yesterday And today I fell out of it
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?
Three Little Yous
Ever so often you wish That the words they said Would be yours. That you could say it
Tissue Paper Poem
They felt unwanted unreal unbecoming unmine
He said he didn't want much. And she said she didn't want much. And that's just what they got.
He Says. She Says.
She says she doesn't like What they say, Neruda, Akhmatova and Amichai. Says she'd rather listen to me.
The connoisseur. He owns a glass of wine to his hand Takes in a mouthful.
Lying awake in bed, Playing with time On a Sunday morning Thinking of spent nights
Sometimes I wonder If I had every meal On time And ate a lot
Sunday. I don't eat by myself So I leave the television on To fill in.
That's Such A Lie
I could promise To never do it Again...
You know you're all wrong when your first thought for the day
Makes you feel like it could be your last
And that would be lovely too were it not for the million that were to follow.
And while you try to clear your head of all the shit
Doughty croons over twenty-seven Jennifers
And you wish you could go on like this forever
And lose the world somewhere along the way like a bus ticket to some place that just happened to fall out of your pocket.
And you wonder where you went wrong