Where words fall, music speaks.
My guitar is not a thing it is an extension of myself, it is who I am.
I covered whole of my life in this all about emotions.
On one hand things are not in one’s hand,
Stranded in difficulties not allowed to live by one’s wish,
Tied up in web of abstract thoughts,ideas,people and destinations,
Followed by unsung lines of clouds,
In nutshell, life is a symphony composed of both high and low nodes.
Bleeding out but still fight for what is righteous , beautiful and peaceful,
Or perhaps, I wouln’t be wrong to say one is crying in a melodious way