Month: January 2016

You’re Not Coming With Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 17 Comments

Now the roads are all deserted
What else can they be?
I’m walking this way alone
You’re not coming with me
Every light and sound has vanished
There’s nothing here to see
Even the moon has found a hiding place
Loneliness stings like a bee
The birds have found a shelter
In a mighty yet random tree
I can hear my own footsteps
While my shadow wishes to be free
All the faces are forgotten
I’m left with no memory
I’m tired of monologues
Tell me a different story
But I do remember how we used to
Discuss politics over a cup of tea
And you would also tell me tales about
This planet becoming a sea
Life isn’t my speciality
I know I’ve performed badly
I refuse to do whatever you ask me to
And I refuse you gladly
Now the roads are all deserted
What else can they be?
I’m walking this way alone
You’re not coming with me

May God Be With You – 4

~ Frank Solanki ~ 7 Comments

You can’t throw another stone
You can’t throw another stone
You can’t throw another stone
If you can’t take another one
If you can’t take another one
If you can’t take another one
If you can’t take another one

…

You can’t kill with a gun
You can’t kill with a gun
You can’t kill with a gun
If you don’t know how it’s done
If you don’t know how it’s done
If you don’t know how it’s done
If you don’t know how it’s done

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You can’t make another strike
You can’t make another strike
You can’t make another strike
If you don’t know what it’s like
If you don’t know what it’s like
If you don’t know what it’s like
If you don’t know what it’s like

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You can’t be dead just yet
You can’t be dead just yet
You can’t be dead just yet
Till you don’t meet what they have met
Till you don’t meet what they have met
Till you don’t meet what they have met
Till you don’t meet what they have met

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You can’t catch fire. It catches you
You can’t catch fire. It catches you
You can’t catch fire. It catches you
And may God be with you too
And may God be with you too
And may God be with you too
And may God be with you too

Ghost In My Head

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

There’s a ghost in my head
Beyond my control
I think he writes poems