Blue Guitar

by CathyButterflyJC & Mohan   Jun 4, 2013


Its 1:00 am, In the soft rain
I started to walk in the lonely street
with the help of street lamp
still I can't find my shadows anywhere
but I keep trying to find it
I don't know why I am searching my shadow
and I don't know where I missed it
crossed the sleeping river,
my favorite rose garden
and although my village border
but still I can't.

Feel the air on my face
The clear tough of the wind
The beauty my eyes look upon
I wouldn't change a thing
As my heart steadily beats
Thumbing peacefully
As I explore nature
Let it take me away
Ravel my insides
And let the sadness decay
Peel back my layers I don't let anyone see
Pretend I am happy to be me
As the beautiful landscape
Takes control of me
And the misery leaves

An hour passed, 2:00 am
I reached the very near place
of the mountain peak
Its looks like the moon standing
on the mountain peak
I can't believe my eyes
few minutes passed me
I could hear the music of guitar
Best melodies in the world
No one can compose it
once again I can't believe my eyes
yes, how could I believe
If the moon playing the blue guitar?

Play on play on
Such a beautiful sound
Never to be stolen from my heart
Never to escape from my veins
Never to lose its irresistible notes
A soothing haven to my ears
A touch to my heart
A light in my life
A hypnotizing glow
To my heart it shakes in glee
Like a new love

But if it is just a lie means
who playing the music?
everything is going un logical
I woke up and I realized
expecting the logics in dream
Its a foolish thing.
Still hearing the melody in my head
Right there I begin to hum
To the beat of the music
The delightful instrument of the blue guitar
The tune mesmerizing
Each beat a new life
A new reason to live

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tim

    Hi Mohan. Just wanted to stop by and say that I really like this piece. :)

    But I did also pick up on what Edwards said. either "who is." or "who" as a question, would would better.
    And also the "un logical" is maybe "illogical"??

    Other than that, great penning.

    Well done

    Tim

  • 11 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    Awesome!

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    There is so much about dreams can tell us, it makes us fool, riddled and puzzled...but the good thing is, we can make everything in a dreams that a real world cannot afford for us.
    good work, a little suggestion

    "But if it is just a lie means
    who playing the music?"

    maybe you mean "who is playing the music?" with a question mark,since I figured it out that you are defining about the non-existent event.

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