Be less sorry
Be more grateful
Remember your love
Be less forgetful
Be a little braver
And less fearful
Be a lot awesome
And less awful
Be a little loving
Be less dreadful
Be more adventurous
Be less careful
Be less arrogant
Be more thankful
Be less sorry
Be more grateful
Month: December 2023
Still In The Game
So much we gain, far more we lose
Each ecstacy comes with a bruise
Dwell not on what you could have won
With each breath your life is gone
Your body will presently depart
Cherish! Relish it with all your heart
You may not hold a claim to fame
Yet there you are still in the game
Love Is That Holiday Destination
Love is that holiday destination
Which flashes before your eyes
As soon as you open your social media accounts
Because that is where
Your friends seem to be going
Your neighbours seem to be heading, again (only this time with their kids)
Your colleagues have planned to go
And they are all posting exquisite pictures of themselves and that place all the time
You cannot avoid it
How long can you shun social media?
You must go there and see it with your own eyes
Experience it with your own body
Breathe it with your lungs
Taste it with your tongue
And so you check your schedule
Fix a date
Make the reservations
Book the tickets
Off you go to scratch that itch
When you land there
What do you see?
A deserted landscape
Nobody but you
You wonder if it is the right place
You check your phone and confirm so
Why, then, is nobody else in sight
Then a drop falls on your hand
Then another, and another
You turn to look up
And see dark clouds gathering overhead
A storm is brewing
Now you know
Observations #1
Either I am surrounded by idiots
Or perhaps I was wrong in assuming
That love is exclusive to fools
If my eyes are not deceiving me
I can confirm that love has affected everyone around me
It has not restricted itself to vertebrates with negligible erudition
It has gripped one and all
I have a notebook with me where I have taken the strain of listing and describing all the symptoms associated with this singular curiousity
I must admit the notebook is laden with words I had not come to expect
Blindness, deafness, insomnia, loss of appetite, corrupted memories, sullenness interjected with periods of extreme elation, and madness to name a few
The findings are surprising, but not shocking
Love Is An Enigma
Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
About this enigma
This mystery called Love
What is it?
Who has it and who has it not?
How does it happen? Can it be predicted?
Do we control it or does it control us?
Which organ is to be held responsible?
Is it worth it? Is it frivolous?
Is it necessary?
Is it real?
Is it indoctrinated?
Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
When darkness abounds
Is it a pastime of fools?
Love Is An Axe
Love is an axe
That mercilessly slashes through the bonds
Of friendships bound delicately and
Held together over the years
The sharp-edged tool
Cuts through relationships and
Leaves the loose ends stranded
Leaking aches endlessly
The friendship-wrecker
Shows no emotion
While swinging around, destroying
The fabric that made the host
On Our Own
The path is long, so are woes
Through those thorns we have grown
You and I, on our own
The moon turned up in the sky
In full force, glistening
The stars left our wills in a wreck
With nobody listening
While we waited on our own
The angels called out your name
While the demons sang the same
Among the deities, on our own
We looked the world in the eye,
With all our hearts, battled it
Grabbed the winds by the neck
Shook it hard, rattled it
All we did, on our own
Do look up at the soil
A breathing organ emerges
Nevermore on our own
If Only You Could Hear My Heart
If only you could hear my heart
You’ll know so many truths
About the way it delights in
The little things that we do
If my heart was audible
You would never have a doubt
And never have the need to ask
The silly questions that you do
If my heart could whisper to you
It would speak of lovely tales
Where two hearts merge into one
Like ours have done today
A Beauty She Is
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
She moves like a breeze
The flowers turn her way
To offer her a kiss
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
She sails through the seas
Glides through the air
Her each step amazes
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
She’s a song in motion
With long, wavy hair
And rose-coloured lips
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
From ocean to ocean
When she comes to play
Along with her winged horses
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
A beauty she is; a beauty she is; a beauty she is
A deity she is; a deity she is; a deity she is
Love Is A Mother
On a chessboard there are several pieces
Each with its unique function
Rooks go straight
Bishops go cross
Knights jump all over
While the pawns, like the slothful king, ambulate at leisure
It is hardly a surprise, however, that
The most important function in the game is handed to a woman
The queen is not an ordinary piece
Rather than being a commander of the army
She is a protector of her family
She goes left, she goes right
She goes up, she goes down
Horizontal and vertical
Diagonal and across
She can do everything
She gobbles up the enemies like it is a piece of cake
She keeps the opponents in check
Sometimes she even sacrifices herself for her family’s sake
She is fierce, she is strong
She is brave, she is powerful
A warrior and a soldier
Fighter and defender
Caring and uncompromising
When the game is over
She goes back inside the box
Along with the rest of her family
There she takes off her armour and coronet
There she changes her role
There she is not a soldier
There she is a gentle and an affectionate mother
Frank Solanki 