Regret #7210

June 14, 2025June 14, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

I have never been hasty
Always been patient and calm
Beats me why I got a
Tattoo of your name on my arm

Do Not Stand On My Grave, You Creep

June 4, 2025June 4, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 4 Comments

Do not believe what others have said
When I die, I’d really be dead
Not in the dark plumes of a crow
You won’t find me in a circus show
Not in a Mumbai local train
I won’t be found in a bacterial strain
When you’re applying makeup and blush
I am not your oily hairbrush
Full of scurf and lice that bite
I am not your defunct tubelight
You may seek me; yes you may try
Or don’t; I have said my goodbye

I Hope

May 31, 2025May 31, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

I hope you realize
What a big mistake
You made letting
A caring intelligent
And loving person like me
Go so easily when
I could have been
Yours forever and
Ever and ever and ever

So that I can finally feel a little bit of validation and maybe be able to go to sleep without crying or without thinking about you or ways to avenge you

Regrets #4002

May 28, 2025May 28, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

This world is
Not perfect
Nothing about
It seems to
Make sense

When I look into your eyes
When I reflect on our relationship
When I think about us
I understand why

Regrets #1163

May 25, 2025May 25, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

Whenever wherever
I see an old couple
Shopping together
Laughing together
Eating together
Strolling together

I realise how many more years I’ve got to drag this out with you

Writing Tip #4

May 24, 2025May 24, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 5 Comments

Unboxing

May 7, 2025May 7, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

Who would have thought
After all these years
I would find myself
Inside a small box
When all along I was sure
That this is everything
The world has to offer
Or rather I have to offer to the world?

Who would have thought
That these very eyes
Would begin to see
Everyone in a fresh light
When all along I was sure
That I had my senses under control
When in fact the senses controlled me?

Who would have thought
That I would discover
Parts of me which I
Never knew existed
When all along I was sure
That I know everything
There is to know about my personality
Or rather everything there is to know about myself?

Facing A Hattrick Ball

April 30, 2025April 30, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 4 Comments

Manoj was the first to go
Venkatesh was second
Naturally I’m the next one in
The last man now is beckoned

Helmet hides my sweaty brow
And offers me protection
From the ball about to be swung
In my face’s direction

The fiery paceman runs at me
Fire raging in his sight
My legs tremble at the prospect
Of my horrible plight

All my plans have gone blank
I close my eyes and swing
Hoping I won’t be the one
To make him a hattrick king

I edge the ball into the skies
It sails up, up and over
On the roof of the stadium
The birds are seeking cover

My captain on the other end
Comes and pats my back
“You’re the first to smash him
He’d want his ego back”