Tag: Depression

Let Love Take Over

~ Frank Solanki ~ 28 Comments

You say that it’s not easy

I know you are right

Sometimes we are smiling

Sometimes we just fight

It’s during tests like these

During troubled nights

We should stick together

Till we see the lights

And let love take over

…

When you a drop a tear

And I’m not by your side

There are gaping cracks that

We just fail to hide

But you know I’ll never leave you

You know it deep inside

After all these years — still

My love hasn’t died

For love’s taken me over

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Drop the hesitation

Say what you just feel

And I’ll show my feelings

Baby, it’s a deal

Bring out all your loving

Don’t shy or don’t conceal

Let the world hold witness

To a love that’s true and real

And let love take us over

It’s You, It’s You, It’s You

~ Frank Solanki ~ 28 Comments

Who brightens my day through and through?

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

Who makes me smile when all seems blue?

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

Who loves me with a love that’s true?

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

Who’s an angel but has no clue?

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

If Life Was A Balance Sheet

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

If life was a balance sheet

And time a liability

Your love would be my asset

My only profitability

All Of Love’s Daughters

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

There is Serenity, there is Joy

There’s Awe and Devotion

I also see Gratitude and Hope

Respect, Passion and Care

I see Contentment, Friendship

Fondness and Fervor

And many, many more I do

I see all of Love’s daughters in you

It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 22 Comments

Who loves you more than anyone

As true as true could be

With more love than there’s under the sun?

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

…

Who sings about you night and day

Like the birds — unbound and free

With a heart full of merriment and gay?

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

…

Who picks you up when you are down

In trouble up to your knee

And brings a laughter where there was a frown?

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

…

Who runs to you when you need it most

No matter how far you may be

And sails and swims for you from coast to coast?

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

…

Who thinks about you all the time?

Who’s your ardent devotee?

Who brought a smile to you with this rhyme?

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

Come And Look At Us

~ Frank Solanki ~ 16 Comments

All those who think

That love is not real

That love is a deal

That love can’t heal

Should come and look at us

…

All those who think

That love is a game

That love is a flame

That can be tamed

Should come and look at us

…

All those who think

That love is not true

That it can’t continue

That it has no value

Should come and look at me

Should come and look at you

Around A Month Ago

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

When from school, my Johnny comes

He has a bag full of slimy worms

I don’t know much, I must presume

He keeps them all up in his room

…

There’s nothing much that I can say

It’s just a hobby to pass his day

Developed suddenly around a month ago

When I threatened to cut his favourite show

…

He plays with them all sorts of games

He’s even given them trendy names

Like Rux and Tazz and Weepy Dan

And Phubber and Bubber and Creepy Man

…

I must admit I’m afraid of worms

Or any creature that twists and squirms

I simply cannot stand the view

I find them gross and ugly too

…

Thank God my Johnny isn’t aware

That his worms put me through a scare

Only my personal journals know

Which I lost around a month ago

Head Vs. Heart

~ Frank Solanki ~ 28 Comments

My heart instructs me to write

My head says I shouldn’t

Then they initiate a fight

Stop it? I just couldn’t

…

My head tells me to exercise

My heart isn’t impressed

My head says I’m oversize

My heart says I’m blessed

…

This is how they always snide —

Piercingly all day long

Then they ask me to decide

Who is right and who is wrong

…

Choosing one is really tough

For the other then will weep

So I turn their switches off

And then I go to sleep

Brainless Blob

~ Frank Solanki ~ 20 Comments

I keep telling my mom and dad

There’s a monster ‘neath our bed

But they don’t e’er listen to me

They sleep so calm and peacefully

But I lie awake all night

To give the monster a real fight

He says he has some friends in Hell

He comes out when clock strikes twelve

He says he’s bounded by a curse

He needs to eat the three of us

Only then can he walk free

See the world as I do see

But I ain’t buying none of that

The monster’s ugly and he’s fat

If he had been cutely clad

I would have offered him my dad

If he had rubbed and tickled my palm

I would have offered him my mom

But he’s such a brainless blob

Doesn’t know how to do his job

If now he comes out from the bed

I just might gobble him instead

Free him from his stupid curse

No more fuss for him and us

I Am Left Behind

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

I am here just waiting

Waiting for so long

Yes you’re late like always

It just feels so wrong

Then I get so angry

It just kills my mind

Everyone is moving

I am left behind

I am left behind

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Whatd’ya think I should do

When I see her now?

Should I get her pleading?

Should I get a vow?

Should I grant her pardon?

Or turn away? Act blind?

Everyone is boarding

I am left behind

I am left behind

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There she comes — I see her

Smiling, careless, free

She doesn’t think she’s late or

She wouldn’t be happy

Then she brushes past me

Ungrateful, so unkind

Even she is boarding

I am left behind

I am left behind