Before the rains came, we prayed
All day long, afraid
If we’d done wrong, we played
Chants and holy songs, we made
Your home where we belong, prepared
Special food and water, we paid
Handsomely at the altar, we stayed
With our sons and daughters, obeyed
Every law and order, we prayed
Till the rains came
Tag: Dreams
I Still Love You
We’ve had our laughs, but more frowns
We’ve had our ups, but more downs
We’ve had our highs, but more lows
But I still love you, everybody knows
We’ve had good, but more bad days
We won’t last, everybody says
So much more we have to face
But I still love you, in all the ways
I still love you, I still love you
And always I will love you
Everybody warns me, but I listen not
Everybody’s wrong, so I don’t give a thought
All their talks keep falling flat
I still love you, trust me on that
I still love you, I still love you
And always I will love you
All the signs are big and red
But I don’t let it go to my head
For I know that I have you
I still love you, will always do
I still love you, I still love you
And always I will love you
All That’s Left Is A Memory
We tried our best to hold together
Through all the rainy, stormy weather
But it wasn’t meant to be
We knew we’d end up separate
As somebody else wrote our fate
You were sent away from me
Now we’re wandering on our own
In our worlds but all alone
It is such a mystery
How Love itself doesn’t have a heart
For playing such a cruel part
All that’s left is a memory
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
Thirty Years
Thirty years of meaninglessness
Thirty years of being there
Thirty years of walking around
Thirty years of going nowhere
Thirty years of disinclination
Thirty years of moulding clay
Thirty years of exploration
Thirty years of work and pay
Thirty years with eyes closed
Thirty years with closed tomorrows
Thirty years with arms closed
Thirty years close to sorrows
Thirty years of youthful folly
Coupled with numerous addictions
Thirty years dragged on like a joke
Thirty years of contradictions
Thirty years of speaking with self
Thirty years of losing sleep
Thirty years of breathing alone
More such years are mine to keep
The Storm Shows Us
The storm shows us who we are
Small, helpless
Most days we are blessed
When the nature is quiet
Silent, sleeping
That the sea is calm
That the wind is soft
When she decides to put on a show
For whatever reason
We witness our impotency, our powerlessness
Scurrying for our lives
Like animals in the wild chased by a predator
Screaming, hoping
No possession is valuable
But our breaths and family
All our successes and failures
Struggles and pains
Joys and ambitions
Are put into perspective
Nothing matters
The storm shows us who we are
Prisoners Of The Dark
When the stars are sleeping
Not a watch one is keeping
Will you call me in my dreams?
Give the world all its feeling
Lose the truth I’m appealing
I am lost or so it seems
An open mind but hollow
An open sky left to swallow
Now we know where to leave our mark
Build a wall full of sorrow
Not today not tomorrow
We are just prisoners of the dark
Like a wild bird flying
In a cage I am trying
To get my head above this stream
I can’t breathe I am lying
I can’t swim I am crying
Will you call me in your dream?
When the last hopes were taken
All the moons too were shaken
We saw Thunder and her spark
Now we wait; cold and broken
Only silence’s ever spoken
We are still the prisoners of the dark
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
After Every Blink
After every blink
I wish to see your face
After every breath
I wish to inhale your scent
After every beat
I wish to sing your song
After every moment
I wish that you were here
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
Frank Solanki 