Savita Tyagi

A Piano - Poem by Savita Tyagi

Sometime I wish I had a piano
In a long list of wishes may be another addition
Or if my pen was a piano key
On lazy afternoons of summer
When touched softly
Its music would break the silence of this room
The languid humming of air conditioner
Would mellow in its sweet sound
The colors esoteric in nature
Ascending through air reaching to empyrean
Would shower upon me in sweet paean
I do laugh at the idea though
That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria
The trill coming out of the keys
Would probably be as smudged and muddled
As the writing coming out of this pen
Backed only with a dull desire or inclination to write
When would I realize that the pen or the piano key
Both are substitute for my inability
To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.

Comments about A Piano by Savita Tyagi

  • Indira Renganathan (12/18/2017 5:13:00 AM)

    First kudos for your great thought on the pen as a piano is after all full of dreams and desires what if a dullness strikes the desire....should rise despite that to pursue with whatever we desire to do..good work and give us more of your poems- 10 (Report) Reply

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  • (12/11/2017 2:48:00 PM)

    I absolutely love the line about your pen being a piano key. What a boon! To be able to write poetry and music simultaneously would be, I think, every poet's dream! I enjoyed this one. Take care. Pam (Jette) (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (9/26/2017 5:35:00 AM)

    If my pen was a piano key, I so know what you mean, I feel the same way with the guitar, emotions are so easily expressed through musical instruments, oh, if only we could write poetry with the same ease, your last three lines puts everything in perspective, this is a beautiful poem with a brilliant concept, I truly enjoyed it! (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Erickson (9/10/2017 9:10:00 PM)

    What a delightful poem of introspection. The pen and the piano key sing such an unlikely duet, but the images that arise are noteworthy. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (3/17/2017 1:45:00 PM)

    more favorite lines:

    When would I realize that the pen or the piano key
    Both are substitute for my inability
    To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.

    bri :)
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  • Bri Edwards (11/26/2016 1:25:00 PM)

    it doesn't hurt (usually) to return to a poem read before.

    favorite lines:

    Or if my pen was a piano key
    On lazy afternoons of summer
    When touched softly
    Its music would break the silence of this room

    bri :)
    (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (11/26/2016 5:26:00 PM)

    No, not at all! Specially if it is a good one! This one is my own favorite. Thanks for visiting.

  • Elena Sandu (8/29/2016 9:42:00 PM)

    Wow dear poet you shared a brilliant penning here! I could relate to the urge to express the mirror of my soul with more than only words, through sounds and colours, yes, and how strange we are, yes, at the same time, also lusting for the quiet joy of stillness. Excellent poem thank you! (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (8/30/2016 4:46:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Elena for your appreciative comment.

  • Raj Arumugam (7/5/2016 5:56:00 PM)

    love the sounds and music in this poem, Savita (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (7/5/2016 6:18:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my poems. Appreciate it very much.

  • Kim Barney (1/31/2016 5:14:00 PM)

    I have a piano you can buy. My children have all moved away and neither my wife nor I can play the thing. (Report) Reply

  • Shahin Latif (12/6/2015 2:46:00 PM)

    Creative ink! I enjoyed to read it. Nice narrated. Thank you so much. You are good at poet. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (1/15/2015 8:02:00 PM)

    if you can't sit still, i'll have to chain you to the chair! ! ! bri :) and NO cookies and milk for you tonight! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (11/4/2014 7:49:00 PM)

    If I try to sit quiet and enjoy the stillness, I slide into a stupor, so I fidget instead. Wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/2/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    Whether it's the pen or the piano both resonates with sounds
    and thoughts that comes from the innermost being. You have
    captured both in your write. Beautiful.
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  • Amitava Sur (7/7/2014 12:34:00 AM)

    WOW' Savita - though you feel that the piano may be a substitute only, but still I love your phantasmagoria (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (5/26/2014 11:21:00 PM)

    You are not merely a soul which does need a pen or a piano key. You have a heart and a brain. You have emotions and sentiments. Your emotions and sentiments have an instinctive desire of expression. Your pen and the key of a piano are devices of expression. God has given you a powerful and beautiful pen, go on expressing yourself. The present poem is also a beautiful expression of your feeling. (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    You have played the chords of my inner piano with your poetry, you can never be silent! Enjoyed this poem very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/7/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Never let your pen dry up or your piano remain silent! Inspite of minor smudges and occasional discordant notes, you are gifted to elate others with your rhymes and rendition! Your poem touches the inner chords! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Normand (8/17/2012 3:38:00 PM)

    Very nice poem.I like it (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (7/27/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    Both serious and humorous. I think most writers reading their work
    see smudges. Best never to judge ones own poem.
    Good write, no smudges or muddles here.
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  • (7/21/2012 6:10:00 PM)

    Your poems, touches the inner humanity...great write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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