Life is sad, bitter and painful
Interjected by moments of joy or neutrality
Those who claim that life is worth the hassle
Are deluded beyond recovery
No, I am not complaining about the end of life
We should not fear our end
It is inevitable and liberating
There is nothing after it, but void
No pain, sorrow or unhappiness
A constant state of nothing-ness
It is the death of loved ones
Which is most difficult to take
It makes life a terrible punishment
Fills you with grief, anxiety and denial
Rips your heart out and shreds it to pieces
Life is full of such losses
No joy equivalent to compensate for it
Life is sad
Life is bitter
Life is painful
Category: Life
Futilely
I have known a man
He’s all I’ve ever known
I know I have lost him
For I don’t see him anymore
My days pass before my eyes
Monotonously
I wait for him to spark it up
Like he often used to in the years gone by
I wait futilely
When I had him
I didn’t know that I had him
He’s all I’ve ever had
Now I don’t have him anymore
I suppose I took his presence for granted
Unwisely
Should have thought what I was doing
Was slowly killing him off
I kill futilely
Beware Of A Little Sparrow
Beware of a little sparrow
That flutters around your window
She might seem small to you
But she is not insignificant
She is mightier than you may think
Bold and courageous
Her wings are her armors
Her beak is her sword
Her tail must be something too
She is indeed fascinating
Such a giant spirit
Fitted inside a tiny body
Beware of a little sparrow
Don’t start a fight with her
She has more fortitude
Than any man may ever be born with
She is stronger and faster
She is also wiser
You may not feel so
Because she does not like to brag
Yet if you look at her closely
You may for once utter —
Ah that’s a fine creation of Nature
So just look at her closely
Admire, adore her
You may be able to catch her
But don’t
Let her fly
Because she can
Memories #1
A basket of clouds suspended in space
Carrying a round moon in its fold
Traffic lights usher a flurry of colours
The enchanting smell of pizza round the corner
Tired, a little hungry, I walk
Returning home, planning a new entrance
Mild chirping among the trees
Break the monotony of wheels on road
The air is thick and cold
Nothing that a jacket and a little time cannot deal with
It’s a familiar place
It’s a familiar sight
Yet refreshing
The world keeps driving on
Two Crooks
Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys
Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down
Run
Run, run
Run, run, run
All day long we run and run
From A to Z
From here to there
From dawn to dusk
No time to spare
Run, run
Run, run, run
No time to lose
No time for fun
Even though we run, run, run
No single work is ever done
Run, run
Run, run, run
Hurry up and catch someone
Don’t slip or trip; fall out of line
If you stop you’re left behind
Run, run
Run, run, run
Run
A Woman Is A Train
A woman is a train
She runs all day
Carrying the weight of a hundred legs
She makes no fuss
Even if you scratch her surface
Leaving a permanent scar
A woman is a train
Fast, slow, black and white
Walking on a stony path
She breaks down sometimes
Fix her up and she’ll be
Running in no time
A woman is a train
Iconic, magical, classy
Nothing to describe her perfectly
She offers you a seat
Making your life comfortable
Taking you to your destination
The Universe Is Me
I hold within me the spirit
Of everyone who’s passed before me
My ancestors and yours
Are locked inside my heart
Their breaths, their skin, their lungs
Their heartbeats, their veins
Are thundering in me
Likewise I shall bequeath my soul
My will and my memory
To every child and descendant
Who succeeds me
I also hold the soil and rock
And every element
That circles the atmosphere
In the cosmos and beyond
I am the world, the universe
The universe is me
The light, the mass, the energy
The radiance and glow
I am that and everything
Everything and everyone is me
Silent Spectators
Isn’t it amazing that in one
Part of the world a war is
Raging while the rest of the
World is carrying on normally?
It is simply stunning that in
This day and age a country
Can dare to wage war against
Another nation unabashedly
What is also worth noticing
Is that the war has been going
On for too long now; a bad
Precedent has been set in stone
I do not understand wars very well
I don’t understand power and control
I do not understand politics and economics
I don’t understand greed and victory
That comes at the cost of human lives
I do understand freedom
That we seem to take for granted
I do understand that nothing
Could justify taking an innocent life
Let alone thousands
I do understand how difficult it must be
For those who survive
Often death must seem
A kinder alternative to them
We have blood on our hands
We let this happen
We are too weak, too passive
Too silent, too uncaring
Too selfish, too diplomatic
Too busy, too foolish
The war is here and we are a part of it
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Don’t Curse Mondays
Don’t curse Mondays for your woes
Every week she comes and goes
Just like all the other days
Sundays, Fridays and Saturdays
It’s not her fault, you stupid snob
That you’re not happy with your job
We all know it’s pretty lame
To always find someone to blame
So shut up and stop being unjust
And quit your job if you must
Find a more enjoyable cause
Learn to own up to your flaws
Don’t chase power, fame or cash
They will leave you in a flash
Do something more so to speak
That’ll keep you happy throughout the week
Learn from Mondays a thing or two
Some of the things you ought to do
You never hear her complain or whine
She always does her job on time
Frank Solanki 