To lose a loved one
Is to lose a part of you
To lose a loved one
Is to swallow a living hornet
That tears through your pharynx
Settles on your heart
And keeps gnawing a piece of it
Whenever it feels like
To lose a loved one
Is to lose a love
For each love is unique
And though each person loves differently
No love is impure
To lose a loved one
Is to march into a battlefield
Against monsters and demons
Without a weapon
Without a companion
To lose a loved one
Is to sing a song of pain
That nobody can hear
Except for the winds that carry it
To lose a loved one
Is to shed a tear
Shed a stream, shed a river
Shed an ocean
All in one drop
To lose a loved one
Is to lose a part of you
Permanently
Tag: Art
From Your Womb
Pain? What pain?
Love? What love?
Sorrow? What sorrow?
Joy? What joy?
Nothing in this life
Has ever felt real
Or ever held any meaning
Meaning? What meaning?
Feelings? What feelings?
God? What God?
Life? Yes…
I can’t tell the difference
Between darkness and light
Between happiness and ache
Between my shadow and myself
Shadow? What shadow?
It’s just me
Warmth? What warmth?
It’s just cold
Loss? What loss?
Memories? Yes…
Death? Ha-ha
Life? Yes…
Given a chance
Willing I am to go through
This meaningless journey
All over again
Just to be born again
From your womb
Brown Gravels
This is not the pillow
Where I shall rest my head
This is not the stratum
Which I should call my bed
This is not the morning
Which yields my last sunrise
This is not the night
When I shall close my eyes
For each day is a present
A chance for me to claim
Those lofty aspirations
Some never dare to aim
My work here is not yet done
I must endeavour for more
Fill each passing hour with
Silver sweat from my pores
Hard rocks and brown gravels
For company I will keep
When I’m finally laid to rest
In that grave I will sleep
Monstrosity
I twist and turn my thoughts around
To escape the growing gloom
To think that there may be a future
That isn’t like the drawing doom
I smile to hide my searing pain
Fake laughs can create true joy
Yet my heart never lies at ease
Keeps worrying about my girl and boy
What’s in store? I do not know
What’s in sight? I cannot see
What’s that sound? I cannot hear
Only feel this monstrosity
I never folded hands for myself
Never asked for happiness
I am old and weak but willing
To pass not forward this distress
All I ask — I ask now of you
Bless not my kids with the greatest joy
Keep them safe from Sorrow’s clutches
My darling girl and my dear boy
Mirrors In Space
Mirrors mirrors in empty space
Numerous light-years away
The only way I can keep
Living in yesterday
Tonight’s The Night
Tonight’s the night where we share our dreams
Catch a star
Lying afar
Even if impossible it seems
Tonight’s the night to write stories about
Who we are
Our new scar
And everything that casts a doubt
Tonight’s the night for a new discovery
All in all
With every fall
Our hearts shall make a quick recovery
Tonight’s the night when we learn to love
Stand up tall
Against the wall
Of hatred as we rise above
Clay
How beautiful would be that scene
If the world was blue and green
Everywhere you looked
Rivers and trees could be seen
But much to my dismay
The world is dark and gray
Everywhere I look
There’s concrete, dust and clay
If You Took A Knife And Cut Me
If you took a knife and cut me
Every time I lied
My body will be full of slashes
Still I’ll bleed more lies
If My Fingers Had Ink
If my fingers had ink
The winds; a blank slate
I’d write a letter to you, my love
A love letter in the air
Across the waves and oceans
Through the vast forests and seas
The winds will journey to you, my love
A journey to your ears
When the winds do whisper
Words from my deepest chambers
I’d miss the joy on your face, my love
The joy I can envisage
Sleep peacefully, my dear darling
Distance makes the heart grow fond
How far apart can we be, my love
If the same winds envelop us?
A Spider Weaved A Web
A spider weaved a web
Giant and intricate
Looked at it in awe and muttered —
Oh what an architect I am
Here I will protect my eggs
Here I will trap a fly
How pleasant it would be
Oh I’m so proud of myself
A man looked at a spider
Weaving a web in a corner of his room
He looked at it with disgust and said —
Oh what a low-life
Weaving a no-good web
Wasting his time and energy and life
Let me put it out of its misery
And he did
And he was so proud of himself
Frank Solanki 