Marine Drive, Mumbai, 2016. |
waking up to your soft whispers,
this morning, I find myself reciting tales,
with words I wouldn't say even when drunk.
you're there,
telling me to go back for the moments I chose to forfeit.
telling me I can fix the broken things back together.
telling me these regrets are nothing but just illusions.
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