Guzzling from heaven’s doors, the notes of my guitar,
Entrance me in a web of Euphoria, close yet afar…
Sitting in the dark, when I get lost in solitude,
Pressing the strings of my heart,
Soft, they yet leave their mark…
It is but bliss to be with my guitar.
Shadows dance when I play,
Leaning back I wonder, whether.
I have sensed the divine.
My guitar and I are but two souls entwined,
For a day can’t pass without the company of my guitar!
It’s the greatest gift life has offered me, cherishing it each day,
Friends are few, yet I have found my gem,
A piece of my soul, in carved wood…
~ Arnav Gupta