Month: August 2016

Never Fall Apart

~ Frank Solanki ~ 69 Comments

Sometimes I really wonder

How wonderful it would be

If everything else was an illusion

And God made you just for me

I promise you would never

Feel alone or incomplete

In my arms you shall rest

Whenever we may meet

And I’ll always keep you

Right next to my heart

And we’ll be together

And never fall apart

Never fall apart

…

Then we’ll take a journey

To all the different places

Watch the angels bring out

A smile upon our faces

Forget about all your sorrows

They’re not coming back

Only joys shall cross us

In the middle of our track

And I’ll always keep you

Right next to my heart

And we’ll be together

And never fall apart

Never fall apart

…

Is there anything real

In the world that we live

Except for you and me

And the love that we give?

I will be your shelter

Whenever you may need one

In my arms you shall rest

Whenever you feel alone

And I’ll always keep you

Right next to my heart

And we’ll be together

And never fall apart

Never fall apart

I Took A Photo With A Dead Body

~ Frank Solanki ~ 58 Comments

I took a photo with a dead body

It was stinking. Still

I went ahead and took it

For it was my first kill

Blind Rain

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

Though I may have not seen it

I’ve felt it with my hands

Held it against my fingers

And let fire make amends

I know they rate it quite highly

Wouldn’t have a word against its grace

Is it any different from my tears

When it trickles down my face?

Drawing Lines

~ Frank Solanki ~ 45 Comments

The clouds pour equally on us

The winds blow the same

Who are we, then, to draw lines

And play this wicked game?

A Single Language

~ Frank Solanki ~ 64 Comments

Pick a child

Teach him a language

A single language

Start with the As and Bs

Go right till Ys and Zs

Talk to him

Let him return the same language

Day in and day out

Like this is the only language that speaks the truth

Like no other language exists

Let him grow with that language

Give him friends

Give them liberty

But never let them venture too far

For your language alone speaks the truth

And your language alone is divine

And once the child is grown, he’ll raise other kids likewise

And teach them all that he was taught

And gift them all that he was gifted

And make them believe all that he was made to believe

And they shall forever speak a single language

Man Is A Funny Animal

~ Frank Solanki ~ 60 Comments

Man is a funny animal

Fights for peace

Dies for love

Abuses the living

Grieves the dead

Indulges in sins

Fears his death

Hear him grumble

Hear him stumble

Man is a funny animal

Let It Rain

~ Frank Solanki ~ 21 Comments

Let the fire in my heart rest for a-while now

For I really need to put up a smile now

Let my words and songs be sung now

For I ain’t growing any young now

Let it rain

Let it rain

Let it forever rain

And burn my heart again

…

Let all the folks seek false cover now

For I cannot start what is over now

Let them hide in their homes now

I’ll face this storm alone now

Let it rain

Let it rain

Let it forever rain

And burn my heart again

…

Let these drops mean much more to me now

Precious little diamonds for free now

And if they hold no meaning for you now

I’ll just wave goodbye to you now

Let it rain

Let it rain

Let it forever rain

And burn my heart again

Lie Amongst The Wreck – 2

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

There she stands

Dressed in black

Lie amongst the wreck

For her vengeance

She is back

Lie amongst the wreck

…
She holds my hand

In the dark of the night

She’s a lie tonight

She laughs and plays

With my plight

She’s a lie tonight

And the truth bows down

To her might

She’s a lie tonight

Down my spine

She sends a fright

She’s a lie tonight
…

There she stands

Dressed in black

Lie amongst the wreck

For her vengeance

She is back

Lie amongst the wreck

Loneliness

~ Frank Solanki ~ 63 Comments

Days and months and years on end

Never thought I’d find someone

Went ahead and made a hundred friends

Only to lose the most faithful one

A Black Rose

~ Frank Solanki ~ 66 Comments

A black rose blooms under the sun

In a garden with all the pretty red ones

Blessed with thorns a-one too many

While the others hardly had any

A man walking past the garden said

“Is that rose alive or dead?

Does it even matter though?

Why was he born? Would God even know?

Or would he?”

Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me

…

The black rose wished he was in some other land

Where other black roses would call him a friend

And sometimes he wished he was all alone

The whole world, then, could be called his home

Everyone told him that he must change his skin

If he were to fit in their rosy team

He must change and mend his ways

Or be prepared for harder days

As they foresee

Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me
…

He never listened to anyone and went ahead and led a lonely life

Pain and sorrow sought him like a butcher seeks his knife

While the red roses led jolly lives and had a merry time

And they grew up quick and strong. Happiness was their crime

They said they cared about him, as it goes

Even though he wore a black sheep’s clothes

But he refused to believe their words, as it went

The odds were changing each and every moment

Daily

Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me

…

Now, on some terrible lonely night

He did see his final light

He went back out just as he had came

Lived in misery, died in shame

And then at the heaven’s gate

He found out that he was a little too late

The gates had been tightly shut

Only the doors of hell await

For him and for me

Hey, black rose. You’re as good as a dead man would be to me