My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart….
The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is born…. My guitar weeps!!!
From the fathoms Of my heart A mute tune is Hummed… The octave music of love
My Guitar weeps!!
In the distant silence of the night I hear the soft sadness In your sweet voice Longing to be in my arms
Time meanders into the silence As My Guitar weeps!!
In the womb of the night The fetus of our love Seeks an expression … ..in the strumming of the guitar!!! …a moon drop falls …a night jaw whistles …a rainbow dream Tries to bridge the distant love In my quest to be with my love ….My Guitar strums…. My Guitar weeps The silent song of love !!!
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I