Change is the only constant. So are our moods. We never have the same thought riding in our veins all the time. Welcome to a rant ride. Sometimes through songs, sometimes through varied emotions and ways of expressions, carefully knitted to fit your mood. I bring to you your voice.
December has always been a lonesome gruesome child to me and I too am to it!
A letter from my end to the December I knew, I loved, and I will never forget.
Sometimes we mark it..
sometimes dont..
Speaking about you...
You are only mine.. lesser told!
The Reigns of the rainĀ
can be felt on our fingertips..
As you bring yourself closer to me
While I let go of us with each passing day
An ode to our various personalities
split into moments of eternal bliss...
A page in a diary, a story through words
A life long gone but heard forever...
As I start off with a rant of my own..
I walk past lanes close to your bones..
I take each rant as a tale to tell..
To make you familiar to a voice of your own...