When Withered Leaves Fell On My Guitar... Poem by Mukesh Parmar

Hammered with sorrows wen i was alone,

creamed with joy wen i was with my second love,

walked alone in the rain crying for someone!

but I've been always waiting for the regal moon's words of love.



sometimes you live with the pride of your love,

breaking the dark walls of your life!

sometimes you get twined by manipulated love,

stopped even by small hindrances of your life.



I feel my life is imitation of others,

where only red roses felled on my guitar(when i was in love) .

but some days my guitar played the song of lovelorn,

like the sound of the November wind.



when dull violins touched my ears!

when love letters burned in front of my eyes!

when you expect trueness!



when your love becomes evanescent,

when you are departed,