Month: May 2016

When Raging Against A Storm

~ Frank Solanki ~ 59 Comments

When raging against a storm
Take your umbrella with you
Though it may not suffice
You’ll need something to hold on to

A-Hunting I Come

~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

The devil chews my soul, then
Plays his drum
Hides in his hole, when
A-hunting I come

The Clouds Are Getting Darker

~ Frank Solanki ~ 30 Comments

Is this world what it seems?
Is there more to bring?
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
We’re dancing over graves
Where the bees have left a sting
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
We’re hunting in pairs
Inside a fiery ring
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
The voices have been lost
Through which we used to sing
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
Tell me your secret
Trust me with this thing
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
Loss is mine and yours
Foes are in waiting
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
Soon it will
You’ll remember everything

Cupid’s Fist

~ Frank Solanki ~ 31 Comments

Where do you think I would be
When it begins to rain?
Waiting for a girl
To heal my pain
On this lonely road
With not a soul in sight
And a strange feeling
Gripping me in the night
Have I felt this before?
Should I let this grow?
Feels like Cupid’s using his fist
He must have lost his bow
…
Where would she be
When it begins to pour?
Would she be waiting
Like before?
Will Cupid hit her
With his arrow?
Or has he lost it too?
I do not know
Let the winds blow the answers
In my ears
When the rains will wash away
All my fears

May God Be With You – 7

~ Frank Solanki ~ 31 Comments

God must love me a lot
He picked up all the problems in the world
And put them in my heart
You say that’s not true?
All the problems are with you?
Well, God must love you too

Summer’s Driving A Bus

~ Frank Solanki ~ 34 Comments

Lay down all the corpses in my yard
I will bring them to life
No black magic or witch craft
Neither a surgeon’s knife
Will aid me in this ceremony
Of howling ghosts and foxy eyes
Just tell me what the truth is
And hear the last of your cries
…
Lay down all the demons in your soul
The winter is upon us
Cold winds are blowing through the window
While Summer’s driving a bus
On the path of solitude
Where darkness and pain had met
Only for a little while
When Sun had begun to set

Amy

~ Frank Solanki ~ 41 Comments

If the conquerors of the world
Were to fall at my feet
And promise to bring me anything
As soon as I had wished
What do you think I would wish for?
What do you think I crave?
Is there something I need?
Is there something I don’t have?
…
No, I wouldn’t wish for gold
Nor for any gems lost beneath the sea
Nor for any buried treasure
Neither for a map to lead me
No, I wouldn’t wish for power
Nor do I desire fame
I feel blessed with silence
That comes with this name
…
If there’s one thing, however
That I would like to call my own
Is for a pretty girl I know
Who doesn’t leave my thoughts alone
She comes up in my head
Whenever I try to write
A song or a poem
About my sleepless nights
…
I wish she was here with me
Telling me stories and tales
We’d have endless conversations
About each other and nobody else
I know it is just a dream
Is it ever going to become
That we would talk for hours on end
Until Spring has come?

Minutes

~ Frank Solanki ~ 38 Comments

We’ll dance and we’ll play
And we’ll jump all day
And then we’ll grow apart
Minutes will turn to days
Days to years
What we have now
Will then, be forever lost

Shield

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

Grant me my redemption
I cannot grant it myself
Who is mine?
Who is not?
Upon this lonely path I fought
Voices that haunt
Echoes that want
A change
And still I continue to fight
Bringing all the darkness to light
Like a flaming torch
In a dark hollow
Where do these ways lead?
In a mine? Or in a field?
With an axe? Or a shield?
With a shooting star passing by
Listen to my prayers
Say that you are there
Where I always thought you were
Where you rightly belong
And here I will be
Content as ever
Like a dead man
Got more than what I asked for
Now I want no more

A Little Brown Sparrow

~ Frank Solanki ~ 38 Comments

A little brown sparrow
Tired of her shades
Thought all the beauty in the world
Eventually fades
There, in a deserted garden
Hopped up and down a lonely tree
Waiting for the clouds to rain
Waiting for some company
…
Somewhere in the distance
She saw yellow flowers in full bloom
But it wasn’t the flora
That drove away her gloom
There, upon a flower
A red butterfly did rest
Enchanted by her beauty, the sparrow
Did what she felt best
…
Making tiny circles of joy
The sparrow flew round
The butterfly who didn’t even
Move or make a sound
And the butterfly continued to ignore
The sparrow’s gentle hellos
While dancing carelessly amongst
A glowing pool of yellows
…
The sparrow begged and begged
For a little conversation
Curiousity never needed
A second invitation
But the butterfly continued to shun
Inquisitiveness
Beauty was a secret
That went with her dress
…
And away she flew
Far from the sparrow’s eyes
She was neither friends with truth
Nor companion with lies
And fell right into the hands
Of a couple of naughty boys
Who thought they found a plaything
To go with their toys
…
The butterfly felt uneasy
Trapped inside a lunchbox
And here she thought she always held
Key to all the locks
Perhaps she may never see
The sunlight of tomorrow
Unlike the dull shades
Of a little brown sparrow