"paino" poems
Today,it rained.
I sat down at my piano,
And composed her an apology.
The patter of rain.
I looked outside,
And saw a tempestuous spillage of emotions,
And an unambiguous uttering of poetic truth;
That I never could discover on my own–
I saw the trees tell me explicitly.
God has His ways.
It was one.
I never would have guided,
My ever-so-guarded heart–
To yield with all honor retained,
And accept this silent insatiable feeling–
Love.
It always had been love;
That defeated time,
In the want of immortality,
In the pursuit of eternity;
That was abundant in scarcity,
And that sat like one timid angel,
In the abyss of my heart,
And lit it up.
Today, it rained.
I sat down at my paino,
And felt eternal in the silence between the notes.
Tomorrow, it will rain.
I will sit down at my piano,
And sing a song to the moments of eternity,
That God makes us experience,
Wearing this mortal suit;
In the name of love.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
"One fine morning,
As usual Mary went for jog,
and while returning home, she checked the letter box,
Besides the usual bills, advertisements and offers
There lay this ominous letter in black and crimson color...
and of course,
curiosity got better of her and she was ripping of the edges
and on scanning the contents
she gave out a shrill cry...
her fingers trembling
her forehead sweating...
It was a suicide letter!!
A letter with news of death
A letter from a man
who wrote this
before his few last breaths...
Slowly she read each word..
each one of them echoing in her head..
the letter went as follows-
Dear Jane,
I love you a lot,
and I know you will be in shock and pain,
but I couldn't handle it anymore,
I found my answers in the dark,
I found solace in enternal bliss,
I just want you to stay strong,
and fulfill my last wish,
so lend me your attention, woman,
Do you remember that old paino we have in the attic?,
I want you to gift that to my small sister,
Lily is naive and she would miss me and won't find any thing
To call her own anymore,
Give her this paino so that she may hold it dear to her heart,
If you don't do this for me,
then I am afraid my soul wouldn't rest,
and in a fortnight I would be chasing you as a ghoul,
you will always be my girl,
Love,
Peter
Mary read and re-read again and again,
then she finally gave a sigh of relief,
and picked up her phone and went to do laundries,
You see,
the letter had reached the wrong destination.
(what a irony)"
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Hey dorian grey
God made you to be beautiful sculpture
The magic of music at your fingers
When you are playing the piano
So paino keys are lost in your magic
And paino keys are dances indicator of your fingers
You are not less than beautiful masterpiece of the artist
When the artist sees you
It seems useless to create its own back paintings
The artist made hundreds pictures of yours
You are the heartbeat of beautifuls women and girls
When all women and beautiful girls seeing you that hold their heart
Magnetic attraction in your black eyes
Fireflies of night flicker in your eyes
The criticalness of your beautiful lips that distinguishes you from others
You are separated from others
Today I made you adorn my own poetry
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
I want to have an empty funeral.
Praises of God,
Voices filled by the scripture,
No tears, but celebration over my now dead fears.
Can you hear the silent weeps
Placed over my dead body dressed in a great white suit ?
I'm ready to be at peace with my roots.
Hear the lullaby of the soft paino taps
As the preacher, that is God
Gives a sermon about my life,
Which is now blessed in righteous.
Mourn over the healing,
The ones alive can't cope with this feeling.
My spirit is released to the sky
I am one with christ's embrace,
Can't you see the huge smile on my face ?
The final chapter is written
Speak all my pain and struggle to all the empty seats at my funeral.
Hoping that one voice
Echos into hearts of millions
That will,
Hear it.
Come, fill in the seats
And watch my casket close
Finally at peace
As I share a new life with my mother.
She's the only one that came to my empty funeral.
God bless all of you.
©MH
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
And the moment your delicate fingers guided across my skin
All I could think about was the music I first heard you play the night we meet
And how it was the combination of your fingers and a soft paino note
That told me it was you I am ament to forever love
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC