Treasure Island

Palas Kumar Ray



I had a guitar.
My daughters have heard of it
but they haven't seen it.
Their mother have seen it
but she hasn't probably heard me playing it.

I mean, when I would play this guitar
none of them had entered into my life.
This would be little wrong
saying I would play that guitar.
It would rather play by itself
when I would privately talk to it.

This guitar, perhaps came to me
through my elder sister
who was learning guitar
later who became a guitar-teacher.
She now lives at distance.
As far as my knowledge goes
still she teaches.

I have always been too impatient
to go with the grammar.
So, I could not learn playing guitar that well.
But I don't remember if I had much trouble
in playing guitar by using only two strings.
Sister taught me how to tune up guitar
so I had no problem in playing in tune.

When everyone would go for sleep
defusing the lamp I would sit with my guitar.
I don't even remember if anyone raised any objection.
So, now I think my hand in guitar was not that bad.
Neither my neighbors shouted at me.
Simple inference, my music wasn't surely souring to their ears.

I remember, when I would feel something clogging in my throat
and despite several try which would never come out
I would feel great satisfaction playing guitar that day.

Now I don't play guitar.
Someone close to me have taken that guitar to learn.
Neither he has learned nor has returned the guitar.
I don't even remember if I had asked for my guitar back.

I think that guitar was definitely a magical one.
As if it could play in it's own.
I was also a very different person.
I could play guitar by my own.

Even if I try to play guitar, now
I fear, It will not be in tune.
People will surely shout at me.
Or they'll make fun of it.

May not be so.
But I won't play guitar again.
A different mind set is required to play guitar.
In fact, I have lost that mind set.
Neither I have tried to get it back, since long.

© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 06, 2014

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