Guitar and love !

Too long a time for the one I waited for . 

There has been quite a probability , but finally I got it !

I got the late realization of my love into guitar , and I just feel good as I can manage to make some noise out of it .

A probability turned reality , I guess , reality would now turn my force into susceptibility . 

A constrained love finally blasted out in impatience and I don't think i'll ever break up with this stringed instrument , as the string of my heart is already tuned !

The six strings depicts the six feelings of exquisiteness ! 

E- Eclecticism - feels like an artistic movement running in your veins and cold blood!

B- Bliss - the blistering divinity of the sound that touches heart before ears !

D- Dandier - the look good feel , neat and the dawned face ! 

G- Galvanic - the dramatics of the sudden hand on the fret , the ultimate feel !

A- Absoluteness - the power of universal chords and the expression !

E - Enjoyability - the quotient as you know ! 

P.S - IF YOU KNOW HOW TO PLAY ! 

And a free advice that , no matter whatever you buy in your future or invest your money in , do buy an acoustic guitar and do play it for atleast 100 dedicated hours ! You will feel the pleasure though your fingers would be in a little pain . 

As they say , the most pleasurable things in life comes is followed by pain . ;-). 

With the words by Pink Floyd ,

The grass was greener

The light was brighter

When friends surrounded

The nights of wonder ! 

play , play , play , until there is a sound and a way !

APRIL !

Live like in APRIL!

The halfhearted touch breeze ,

In the digs at ease ,

Analgesic tunes so as to freeze ,

With the paprika and cottage-cheese .

Month of smart fools ,

Of the heat and its tools ,

All so thin and no wool ,

Dip in the heart , in the pool. 

Diamond and daisies ,

On the stone of the raises ,

Of the buddha , the laughing babies  ,

And of definite with following may-be's.

Spring of the morning light,

The still wind and a sunny delight ,

Fair flowers , the rising sun's sight ,

Of the calling birds on the height.

This is April ,

An april of love and cheer ,

To the hearts that are far and near ,

In the sky ,

so clear .

This is april ,

An april of no rain ,

Of the love and no gain ,

In the heal of brain 

and moving grain .

This is april ,

An april of fear ,

Of loosing the unknown dear ,

In the minds so mere ,

Live it ,

As april is here ,

As April is here .

Go april , spread your emotion ,

Of innocence and fear .

The strummed guitar and its year ,

In a page break and a tear ,

In a the running time ,

why do we hear  , 

April's ending and may is near .

April's ending , may is near .

- Rachit Khator 

  7th april , 10 .

  2:25 AM