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I’ve been working on
Coming back from
The dead
Realising reality
Living in this world
Becoming me
I don’t have to know who I am
But I must know that I am
I am, I am, I am
I don’t have to know what I am
To deserve to be
I’m working on being,
Just being
Because I’ve been existing
Mindless, automatic, numb
Best autopilot, me
Coming back from the dead
...Monday 6th February 2023 11:45 pm
In Mumbai
When the Sky is dark blue
And the Dawn becomes true
Just pray, same as I do
May my wish touches you
When sun rises in the Sky
And the birds ready to fly
Just remember what I say
We'll meet, surely, in Mumbai
When you stay lonely at night
And you wear your lovely white
Just be sure I'm always right
You're lovely dream on sight
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:31 pm
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