Pain? What pain?
Love? What love?
Sorrow? What sorrow?
Joy? What joy?
Nothing in this life
Has ever felt real
Or ever held any meaning
Meaning? What meaning?
Feelings? What feelings?
God? What God?
Life? Yes…
I can’t tell the difference
Between darkness and light
Between happiness and ache
Between my shadow and myself
Shadow? What shadow?
It’s just me
Warmth? What warmth?
It’s just cold
Loss? What loss?
Memories? Yes…
Death? Ha-ha
Life? Yes…
Given a chance
Willing I am to go through
This meaningless journey
All over again
Just to be born again
From your womb
Month: July 2022
Brown Gravels
This is not the pillow
Where I shall rest my head
This is not the stratum
Which I should call my bed
This is not the morning
Which yields my last sunrise
This is not the night
When I shall close my eyes
For each day is a present
A chance for me to claim
Those lofty aspirations
Some never dare to aim
My work here is not yet done
I must endeavour for more
Fill each passing hour with
Silver sweat from my pores
Hard rocks and brown gravels
For company I will keep
When I’m finally laid to rest
In that grave I will sleep
Monstrosity
I twist and turn my thoughts around
To escape the growing gloom
To think that there may be a future
That isn’t like the drawing doom
I smile to hide my searing pain
Fake laughs can create true joy
Yet my heart never lies at ease
Keeps worrying about my girl and boy
What’s in store? I do not know
What’s in sight? I cannot see
What’s that sound? I cannot hear
Only feel this monstrosity
I never folded hands for myself
Never asked for happiness
I am old and weak but willing
To pass not forward this distress
All I ask — I ask now of you
Bless not my kids with the greatest joy
Keep them safe from Sorrow’s clutches
My darling girl and my dear boy
Mirrors In Space
Mirrors mirrors in empty space
Numerous light-years away
The only way I can keep
Living in yesterday
Frank Solanki 