Sunday, April 8, 2018

lilac callings.

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 I'm drunk.

you're there, 
telling me to go back for the moments I choose to forfeit.
telling me I can fix the broken things back together.
telling me these regrets are nothing but just illusions.