Strings Of A Guitar

Like Strings, I strike my fingers in your skin,
Like the guitar, you wail and make me sail the oceans of love,
Like, the symphony of a beautiful orchestra your voice sounds,
Like a painful song, you growl in the pains of love.

Under the dark sky,
With the shining moon,
Like a nightingale, you look,
Like a burned soldier I arrived at the doorstep of your heart.

Listening to your voice,
With the demise of my soul,
I stand near your heart and scowl,
Only to strike the strings of your skin like the strings of a guitar and make you sing.

Like a sweet orchestra, you sound,
My soul hits the ground,
I was lost but now I found,
My salvation in your heart.

Like the strings of a guitar,
My fingers strike on your skin,
And you moan and growl,
Scowl and frown, and make me feel alive.

You’re an instrument I’d like to play,
You’re that singer I’d to compose,
You’re that lover I’d like to impose with the crime of breaking apart,
I’d like to imprison you in the cave of my heart,
Where you’ll be the only prisoner.
© Ashraf Shaikh