Drops on my guitar

Smoke circles flew from my cigar,

Eyes filled with pain.

I see drops on my guitar,

Not sure if it's my tears or the rain.

Dampness seeping through the Earth,

Air-filled with petrichor.

Always brought joy and mirth,

Surprisingly, not anymore.

Clouds seem eerily black,

Reflecting the heaviness in my heart.

Brisk winds blow and dry leaves crack,

But even all that looks like a work of art.

I see children laughing and peacocks dancing,

Everyone seems bliss.

I for one can’t smile, kept thinking,

What seems to be a miss.

A ray of light is seen cutting through the dark,

Clouds disappear and the pouring stops.

I see a contrast so stark,

In a fraction of a second, everything starts from the top.

Now all I can think about is, Oh it's so bizarre!

Why was I in pain?

I see drops on my guitar,

Not sure if it's my tears or the rain.

This poem is actually not completely mine. a huge shoutout to my friend Akshara robin for co-writing the poem!!!!

so this time I am not going to explain the poem, cause I feel it can have a lot of interpretations. read it. think about it. let me know your interpretation in the comments.

have a great day 💓