Six Strings


Like the soul without a face, when the time
Is dark and sleepless, guitar too can cry.
Then each string tells a tale, each tale
Is sweeter than the one that has gone by.

There is this aloof pair of deep blue eyes
From wounded feelings turning deeper
Above another that’s forever sad
For in place of the heart, scars throb within.

Then there is one lonely like the sky
A whiff below the glowing happy stars
But their nomad life is too high to live
So it falls for the wounds below…

Like the soul without a face, when the time
Is dark and sleepless, guitar too can cry
And each string tells a tale, each tale
Is sweeter than the one that has gone by.

7 thoughts on “Six Strings

  1. I wrote one about a guitar and strumming away my pain ….mushy one though . Yours is eloquent . Guitars cry too !
    I once wrote a poem called ‘cortege’ and abot a broken guitar being in the procession ..now I wonder if it would be crying too !

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