Nupur Chaturvedi

Flipping through old albums,
I can’t seem to find
The face I thought was mine
I saw it every day
Reflected in your eyes
But lately I see a glaze in them
My face is blurred
The mirrors are broken again
So it has been a while
Since I last saw myself
I am trying to remember
But memory is leaving me
Through the tips of my fingers
So I find myself poring over
Old photographs
But not one reminds of me
Who is that girl
That gawky, bespectacled one
With her mouth open
Or that one laughing uncontrollably
Or that one looking around in constant wonderment
She looks familiar, but I don’t know her
Anyway, this is pointless
I feel someone has cut out my identity
From each picture.
If I don’t know who I was
And I don’t know who I am
I could be anyone in the future
Or no one.