It’s crippling, it’s suffocating
It’s not a fever
I look fine on the outside
Nobody can tell if something’s off
But something is off
Sometimes it feels that everything is off
Everything is a trap
Everyone is against me
Mocking me, tricking me, ridiculing me
They want to harass me because I am different
Because I am not like them
I am inferior, or made to feel so
I am happy with myself but that isn’t enough
I am expected to be a rat
Smell and find cheese, and bring it back to the lair
Cheese doesn’t excite me
I cannot even smell that well
I cannot be a rat
I am happy being a worm
Crawling slowly towards my destiny
Edging closer and closer to my goals
I can be crushed easily
Or I can wriggle my way out of trouble
I guess all worms feel that way in a rat’s world
It’s not fever though
I cannot take a sick leave for this
Author: Frank Solanki
Making the world a better place one poem at a time.
Premium
Where do I sign up for your love?
Your love your love your love
Where do I sign up, my love?
I know your sister’s subscribed
Your mother and brother too
Your friends and the rest of the family
Your pet cat and kangaroo
How do I sign up for your love?
Your love your love your love
How do I sign up, my love?
I know you treat your members fair
But I’d want more from my share
A little bonus wouldn’t be bad
Come on, girl; make me glad
Where do I sign up for your love?
Your love your love your love
Where do I sign up, my love?
I’m looking for a lifetime subscription
Plus a premium membership
I’m willing to pay whatever it takes
For this priceless partnership
How do I sign up for your love?
Your love your love your love
How do I sign up, my love?
Finding a good deal is always tough
I’m sure your love would be enough
No other offers I need to see
Once you lay the contract for me
I Know
I know I love you because
I think about you even when I’m not trying
To think about you; I’m dying
To be around you; I’m flying
In the clouds with you; I’m sighing
When I’m not with you; I’m lying
To see a smile on you; I’m crying
When the moment is through; my undying
Affections for you are implying
That I love you
Never Vacuum Your Heart
Promise me
You’ll never vacuum your heart
Never discard my love
Never scrap my affections
Never trash my memories
Or ever bin my emotions
If my love litters your heart
Let it remain so
Let it be untidy, unclean
If you ever clean it
I’ll make it messy again
A Lion’s Cub Went To A Club
A lion’s cub went to a club
To dance with a vixen’s son
All the chimps caught a glimpse
Of the fun that had begun
In jumped a rabbit who had a habit
Of ruining everyone’s night
He wildly bounced with the drunken hounds
Till all the beasts were out of sight
Who Is Death?
Is Death your friend?
Will you go to her in your hour of need?
Is Death your partner?
Does she lay by your bedside and haunt you throughout the night?
Is Death your sister?
Does she play with you?
Is Death your pet?
Do you play with her?
Is Death your saviour?
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He dreamed more than he should have dreamt
He lived in a world of his own
He never knew the aches of loneliness
Though he lived and died alone
Flip-flops
Flip, flop; my flip-flops flop
My flip-flops flip and flop
Drip, drop; the raindrops drop
The raindrops drip and drop
We Float
We float
Through the prisms of space and time
Through the eyes of the mind
Through each other
We float
Without a destination
With imagination
Holding each other
We float
Zig-zag, vroom-vroom
Straight and round and round
Smiling
We float
We float
Nobody to catch us
Nobody to instruct us
Faraway
We float
Puffy
Some clouds are filled with water
Some clouds are full of snow
But I am filled with magic
Wherever I may go
Ho ho ho
Oh oh
Ho ho ho
I float over the oceans
I float over the lands
Wherever I be pouring
I’ll be making friends
Ho ho ho
Oh oh
Ho ho ho
Sometimes I’m swell and puffy
Sometimes I shrink my size
Sometimes I have my party
Sometimes it’s just the skies
Ho ho ho
Oh oh
Ho ho ho
I often dance while flying
I often blow and swing
Wherever I am going
I’d be sure to sing
Ho ho ho
Oh oh
Ho ho ho
Frank Solanki 