The Old Piano... Lying beneath the stairs... Reminds me how you played... When only we were there... The keys have become old... But I remember your every note... It lays imprinted in my mind... I replay it alone at times... The stairs, where I used to sit... Hiding myself in every bit... Feeling your fingers' tips... Moving along in music... That time you played that song... Which filled my heart for long... The words of love untold... I heard and felt it uncontrolled... Now you are not here anymore... Only your memories and the song... Play, rewind in my mind... The old piano beneath the stairs... Standing to be played again... And I still wait on the stairs... To hear your song that you once played... © Ravinder Kaur 25/02/16 |
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Thursday, March 10, 2016
The Old Piano beneath the Stairs...
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When people ask me... do I still remember you? I go in a trance, my lips hold a smile and my eyes are visible with tears about to fall. I r...
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सुनो... किसी दिन, किसी मोड़ पे शायद तुम्हारा मेरा सामना हो ही गया तो क्या करोगे ? क्या मुझे पहचान पाओगे? या फिर अपनी धुन में चलते रहोगे। ...
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When people ask me... do I still remember you? I go in a trance, my lips hold a smile and my eyes are visible with tears about to fall. I r...