Don’t know when she crept into my home,

they say she comes from thin air and grows aplomb,

She brings with her the unfated apocalypse slow but stout,

destroys homes from inside out .

This time she has chosen my home as ground zero,

her Machiavellian plans chose me as their hero,

She’s big, fat, the deepest black in broad daylight;
she looks beefy from victories in all her fights

Stands tall on heavy four, all bare,
spread wide across the room, leaving no space for air 

200 strings pulled across her chest full of wrath,

if one snaps, it will slash all that lies in its path ,

at lightning speed the string will curl, it will growl,

it will leave none standing - as it recoils.

A million hammers stay put in her gown……………...

Don’t know when she crept into my home,

they say she comes from thin air and grows aplomb………

The old dying man had warned me, that she loves to touch,

feel her meal, before she prepares for lunch.

He spoke of her, she draws us to her teeth, 

perches us on the black stone before she feasts!

I asked him how does she strike her blow,

he paused and whispered “with her presence” before his eyes closed.

Her teeth are impeccably black; the others are a spotless white,

no room for grey- dark or light.

Solomon described her as the ultimate one,

the creator of all and the destructive nun,

But she has only destroyed till date,

created havoc and laid each one on her plate.

But I have the power, the power to think, to plan a crime,

to strategize, to execute in no time.

I am the Son of a Human, the mighty race

we fight till the end, we fight with grace,

I  am powerful , I am relentless, I created deceit, 

I ll fool her in no time, she will retreat!

With my 100^th thrust she will be spread- 

all across the room, but this time she ll be dead.

Cause I have the power, the hammer – to bring her to her knees!

To bring her down! I so I believe! I so believe!

I enter the room with her back facing me,

giving me the advantage to strike before she sees,

The hammer is heavy, just like my breath.

I am going to win this time, and dance over her death.

I hit the first blow on her protective shield,

the slant that protects her vital 86 teeth!

But she does not budge, she has suffered some cuts,

but she does not bleed, she sits put.

That is her weapon I realize,

to sit put till my moral dies.

I then try to shake her so I target her toes –

but she sits put waiting for her time to strike just one blow.

Her  legs are strong and wide apart, 

so I decide to confront her- Aim for her Heart.

Face to face I shall collide with all my Might;

I will put all of myself at stake in this fight,

I plunge to her front and my hammer let out a grunt,

the one he’d let out before his last stunt

I landed on the black block on my feet spread,

to stand taller and swiftly strike her head,

Sending out a loud growl to sum up all the strength in my gutt,

I pull the hammer over my head, ready to cut!

But what I see leaves my wide eyes hooked, 

my hammer lowers itself too to take a good look.

He had never seen an enemy so elegant and fine, 

so dainty and simple, calling him to smile.

I sit on the block that I was standing on, 

so I can closely look at her delicate and pure

She is black – she is white,
her teeth are so smooth - they sit there perched light

To slowly rest on a tooth  I extend the tip of my finger –,

she replies with a  soft sound that warmly lingers

I steadily move my hand, on her teeth, set them in motion, 

she returns sounds, softer than fresh cotton.

I try with both hands , I being to explore, 

 she only replies in sounds lighter than before

I touch the black, I touch the white –

I touch with the tips of my fingers so its light

She returns to me a row of sounds – they call it music ……..

but I know in the heart of my heart, it is the song

that  my heart always sings only when it is alone.

I did not need a hammer to break her down,
all I needed was to touch her, she longed to sing my song

The Piano

My Inner Voice