I Believe,
Some where in between the barrel of a gun and Wordsworth's daffodils lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between sunny days and sleepless nights lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between two breaths and a skipping heart beat lies my guitar.
Above pettiness, below arrogance, beside the colours red and black lies my guitar.
Between acceptance and resistance, between Che and Mandela lies my guitar.
Between slogans and undecipherable poetry lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between Kolkata and Prague, Gautam and Hendrix lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between neon lights and a Strawberry field lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between your body and my hand lies my guitar.
Some where in between the barrel of a gun and Wordsworth's daffodils lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between sunny days and sleepless nights lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between two breaths and a skipping heart beat lies my guitar.
Above pettiness, below arrogance, beside the colours red and black lies my guitar.
Between acceptance and resistance, between Che and Mandela lies my guitar.
Between slogans and undecipherable poetry lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between Kolkata and Prague, Gautam and Hendrix lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between neon lights and a Strawberry field lies my guitar.
Somewhere in between your body and my hand lies my guitar.
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