Category: Death

I Consider Death To Be A Joke

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

I consider Death to be a joke
One we all must laugh to
Like a punchline delivered by Life
When her applause is due

A Simple Song

~ Frank Solanki ~ 13 Comments

Some songs bring you happiness
Some songs they make you sad
Some songs revive old memories
Some songs are a passing fad

Some songs you want to dance to
Some songs stick inside your head
Some songs they make you hum along
Some bring back the feelings dead

But there’s a song nobody’s heard
For nobody has written it yet
If you manage to ever write it
I’ll forever be in your debt

All I need is a simple song
A song I can sing all day
A song that brings back people to life
Yes, all those who have passed away

Then upon her grave I’ll sing
This song that overturns death
Till her heart pumps blood again
Till her lungs are full of breath

Death Could Come Any Minute

~ Frank Solanki ~ 18 Comments

Get someone to cure me
Bring me the finest men
Show them my aching body
Save me from my end
Whatever drugs they write
I’ll consume them all
Just as they prescribe
Before my heart will fall
Throw whatever money
Throw away my wealth
Nothing is of use to me
Without my goddamn health
O’ Doctors, come and help me
Cure me — I stand before you
Death could come any minute
And do your healing job for you

My Mom’s A Superhero

~ Frank Solanki ~ 23 Comments

I never realised
She loved me selflessly
So blind of me to ignore
When she loved me endlessly

She never ever got tired
Did all her work on time
Helped me when I needed
When I couldn’t find a rhyme

She never had a wrestling match
Still I know that she was strong
She was wise but never showed it
Knew what’s right and wrong

She knew where everything’s kept
She had the sharpest memory
She had but just a simple heart
But never an injury

Now the heaven’s shining
While Earth has lost its glow
How did I fail to realise
My mom’s a superhero!

It’s A Curse! It’s A Curse

~ Frank Solanki ~ 17 Comments

It’s a curse! It’s a curse!

The sun won’t rise for some of us

The little clock running overhead

Has run its time, and you’ll be dead

Sleep peacefully or relish the night

Tomorrow there’d be no morning light

Carry no hatred in your heart

We’re all different, but not far apart

If not today, maybe tomorrow

We’ll leave this world of joy and sorrow

For the clock is ticking on all of us

We’re all cursed! We’re all cursed!

I Have A Fear

~ Frank Solanki ~ 32 Comments

I have a fear

That things are going to end

That dreams will never be fulfilled

That plans will remain incomplete

I have a fear

That places will never be seen

That things will never be spoken

That relationships will never be mended

I have a fear

That potential will be wasted

That no mark will be left

That no good will be remembered

I have a fear

That there is an escape route

But no efforts will ever be put

That fate was accepted without toil

I have a fear

That Death will overtake

That Death will overcome

That Death will overrule

I Hear The Clock Ticking Away

~ Frank Solanki ~ 11 Comments

I hear the clock there ticking away

Every night and every day

Every moment that passes me by

Brings me truth — I can’t deny

Inching closer to a big wall

With a door to allow us all

Entrance in the fire’s mouth

Where we’re all heading south

One by one they’ll call our name

The cruel Death and his dame

With laughter rising in the air

And fear sets the atmosphere

All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?

The clock keeps ticking away

I guess my head just needs some sleep

To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep

While We Blame Death

~ Frank Solanki ~ 2 Comments

While we blame Death

And her gruesome scent

Suffering makes merry

To her heart’s content

The Blue Sky Calls My Name

~ Frank Solanki ~ 34 Comments

All my life I have feared

I may lose all that’s dear

But now all that seems so clear

…

As I lie on this rough bed

As I count my final breaths

Death has lost all of its dread

…

Oh mother, you know I love you

Tell Dad I love him too

Oh lord, it was a thrilling ride

Going out with love and pride

Tell me, what is that sound?

Shots fired all around

All is changed, all is same

The blue sky calls my name

…

Every dream I had in me

Everything I wished to be

Are now lost in memories

…

Breaking free from all my chains

All is changed, all is same

With the sky calling my name

My Blue-Eyed Son

~ Frank Solanki ~ 56 Comments

Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
The angels are a-calling
Tell them darling, you’re still not done
The rains are now a-falling
Your home not lays on this barren land
So little here to keep
You from flying. I fail to withstand
Your mother left to weep
God must love you a lot I suppose
Earth’s not for everyone
For the last time, I’ll hold you close
Hold you, my blue-eyed son