Tag: guitar

Nabeela Ahmed Nabeela Ahmed When I'm goneSearch for me in streamsComing down hillsOver dark, mossy rocksThrough the flat clear puddlesWhere sand has gatheredUnder and over fallen treesAnd on shiny pebblesAnd slippery slabsI'll be the splash doing the river danceTwirling in a ballroom of dervish circlesBefore doing the cha cha cha and merging into the next splosh of waterRising up again to the bhangraPlaying the bansriListening to the guitarSat on the pianoWatching the drummerWith a bubble under my chin for a palmI'll never be the drip drip dripComing down under the waterfallI'll always be the wave that bungee jumps head first, arms out, mouth open and eyes wideI'll enter the water calm and let it cuddle meLie on my back and kick my way steadily down str...