''i hate those who cry over long lost song''
'' y i am teary when these tunes, random haphazard tones i am making are senseless, and y m i crying wen i dnt even knw the handling of its string''
no speaches...longg pause...
Guitar keep on playing its tunes, random ones...an immature ,implacable sounds....
Outside traffic at this time hour still on its run...and in air one airplane broke the silence by its thunder...and again silence...
'' what if my mind is completely erased and start recollecting the new memories?''
''what than''
''i will choose the good one''
''giggles''
''i wud collect those that are serene, innocent, delicate, soft and........ but is it possible, at that moment i start desiring of harsh cold moments??''
''hmm ya, may be''
''this mind sucks''..
Long gap
Guitar continuesly playing its random tones, that now have converted to some soft one.....
'' i every day fly high, when my arms never been able to bear my weight, and every night i press my body moaning with aches, and mind wd courage to soar high for next day''
'' its called life, but may be u have cherished pain more''
''closeness to reality, ur own soul is brought by pain and its a drug of choice to me..''
'let be silent and let the nature do its work, night is getting deep''
And guitar at its hipe at late night, when outside traffic still marking the trace of its presence on thoughtful minds....
Hiramalik
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