I wish I could
Turn back time
And go back
To when we first
Locked eyes with
Each other and
Started talking
This time I would keep walking
Month: June 2025
A Heart of Gold – II
It is your heart of gold
That filled mine with delight
It is your heart of gold
That shines through the night
It is your heart of gold
That reflects in your eyes
It is your heart of gold
That lights up the skies
It is your heart of gold
Why I put you in a museum
It is your heart of gold
Why tickets sell at a premium
Experiences
Loving you feels magical
Charming and surreal
An act of warmth and ecstasy
Unrivalled fantasy
Your love leaves me exuberant
Loving you just feels different
Believe me, Darling
All that I speak is true
Believe me, Darling
I’ve loved a hundred before you
Test of Love
When it seems like
You are failing in love
With no hopes of success
In near or distant future
Then perhaps it is time
To stop dating a teacher
Your Turn
Don’t be afraid
To make the next move
It might make
All the difference actually
Now if only you could
Roll an eight in monopoly
When The Wind Blows
When the wind blew in and
Touched my skin
Your memories resurfaced
From deep within
The memories I thought I
Had successfully blocked
Of how you always left
The windows unlocked
Father’s Day poem
Dear Dad
A very happy father’s day to you
A lot of things
I’ve learned in life
I owe them to you
My childhood was filled with laughter and merriment
And I have several fond memories to go with it
Like the time we had a leaking pipe
When you declared that you were the type
Of man to handle such problems
I saw you carry your toolbox
Determinedly
Like a thief out to pick locks
And you set off to work your magic
You took a wrench
And made a turn
Next came pliers
Oh what a fun
But nothing seemed to work
That’s when you took the hammer out
And landed a critical blow
Perhaps the most critical blow in the history
Of this family
Our house turned into a glorious fountain
Water water everywhere
I remember it like yesterday
Because I was hopping in puddles
But not everyone saw the funny side of it
Especially Mom who spoke some choice words
I had never heard before
Oh well let us not dwell
Too much on the past
Time has passed
But you still make us laugh and
That’s why I needed to thank you
A lot of things I’ve learned in life
I owe them to you
If I ever have a leaking pipe
I have my plumber on speed-dial
Who’d come and take care of matters
In a jiffy
But I won’t make a very good dad
By robbing my kids a chance of being glad
But that’s a story for another day
Because today is your day
And once again I wish you
A very happy Father’s Day
Regret #7210
I have never been hasty
Always been patient and calm
Beats me why I got a
Tattoo of your name on my arm
Dolores #4 or Can Grief Carry My Heart?
My heart weighs a little over ten ounces
I can tell by the way it beats
It used to be filled with love to the brim
Wave after wave of red splashing on the shore
That love has now been renamed
It is still love, make no mistake, only heavier
The waves are still, silent almost
Barely a ripple runs across the surface
Yet it runs deeper than it ever has
It strains the muscles of my heart
To carry that weight around
For years and years
The heartbeats, like my breaths, turn long and deep
I wonder, even wish sometimes,
If the roles could be reversed
That if Grief could carry my heart
Instead of my heart carrying Grief
Would I feel a little lighter?
Would I feel a little less burdened?
I wonder if Grief is strong enough
To carry a little over ten ounces in its arms
For a single minute
Dolores #3 or How Tall is Grief’s Shadow?
I rise from my sleep and
Check the clock by the bedside
It’s twenty minutes past
Midnight
I wipe the sweat off my
Forehead and try to
Control my heavy
Breathing
I approach the mirror
Illuminated miserly by
The penetrating, silver
Moonlight
I do not see my reflection
Instead it is a pitch-dark
Silhouette staring back at me
Unnervingly
I watch it grow steadily
Continually; till the mirror
Could no longer hold it
Prisoner
The silhouette curves its back
To avoid hitting the ceiling
It beckons me to come
Closer
I stand there stunned, amazed
Confused; like a child in the
Vicinity of a massive, black
Tree
It beckons me again and again
Hesitatingly I move towards it
Its dark tail wagging with
Fervour
It wraps its arms around me
In a comforting embrace and
Then lifts me up to its lightless
Face
Its mouth opens and I can see
The universe dancing inside
With a swift movement I am
Swallowed
I land on a soft bed and
Check the clock floating overhead
It’s fifteen minutes past
Midnight
Frank Solanki 