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
Author: Frank Solanki
Making the world a better place one poem at a time.
May God Be With You – 7
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
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
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
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
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
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
Walls
Without you here
This ain’t a home
Not even a house
They’re just walls
May God Be With You – 6
Now, my soul I left with you
To make all the things you want come true
Our good ol’ days may be over
But we ought to create some new
…
A thousand miles away from home
Not for a moment I felt alone
You were always on my mind
While I was caught up in a storm
…
Now, my skin is getting older
And my bones are getting colder
It gets worse here every night
Will you lend me a shoulder?
…
Tell all our friends that I said hi
There’s still time for my goodbye
I may never ever be back
That doesn’t mean you have to cry
…
This letter I wrote for you
And this song I’ll sing for you
Always keep me in your heart
And may God be with you too
Becoming The Mask
Don’t put that mask on too tight
It may never come off
Just say what you feel inside
It will be enough
…
What if there would be no tomorrow?
Would you leave with all the secrets in your heart?
Drive away all the pain and sorrow
Let happiness take a part
…
I know love is long overdue
But isn’t it unfair
When you do not let anyone come through
And become the mask that you wear?
Frank Solanki 