Истории Majormissing

Just as the frost comes crawling in and the snow paints the town white and as the town decorates itself for advent of festive fun and frolic, I lay cuddled in the warmth of the sweater, sipping my hot chocolate, drunk at the essence of some book, I write down the hymn of my heart. A melody which moves my heart, these are the songs I'll never sing for Christmas.

Social medias v all call it...Hundreds n hundreds of requests comin daily.. Hardly does dat matter whr do dey belong.. Jst among d crowd of cents thr s a name dat makes u pent.. Increasing no of beats or skippin d same.. U find d way away from ur name.. Who u r.. Wat for u work.. Doesnt matter it flourishes all sense.. ..no y cant jst behave normal or casual as u say.. U wont understand nor do i!!..Its jst my heart who knos wat makes it go out of way.. Or y shud i blame d heart.. Its been taught d same way.. Trying to b cool.. Tryin to b broad.. Trying to hate.. Tryin to find a way!!. Searchin for d way away from d core.. Looked back n realised went so far from my own! Accept.. Love.. N walk they say.. Is it so simple to beat for else i say!

Reminiscing the old days.

When I left the hometown to pursue higher studies, I realized that it doesn't matter. But then one person made me realize that it does. and now when I look back, I do think of her. And yeah it matters. Even after 3 years I miss those moments, those places and this poem is about the same! Hope you enjoy reading it