Tag: Dreams

I Found You

~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

In the wide open sky
On the wings of a butterfly
In the blades of grass and steel
In everything that’s fake and real
I found you

In an innocent baby’s smile
In the winds blowing awhile
In the forsaken truth’s trial
In the faith and its denial
I found you

In the hope enveloping me
In the pure blue soothing sea
In balls of snow, in drops of rain
In moments of joy, moments of pain
I found you

In everyone I know, everyone I meet
In everyone I love, everyone I greet
Everywhere I looked, everywhere I went
Everything I received, everything I sent
I found you

Homecoming

~ Frank Solanki ~ 7 Comments

I am born out of a star
A shiny little dot
Illuminating the sky
Guiding me here on Earth
Lighting up my way
Wherever I may walk
Wherever I may be
Like a mother
Watching over me
Can I pluck it out of the sky?
Can I reach there?
Can I hold it?
Can I play in its lap?
Not now
When I die
I’ll be going home
Back to the star
Death may sound cruel
But it is really a trip
Homecoming

Time Knocked At My Wooden Door

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

Time knocked at my wooden door
Said — Would you like to live a little more?
I replied — Yes, of course. How do we begin?
He said — Nothing much. Just let me in

2020

~ Frank Solanki ~ 5 Comments

Once there was an ill-fated year
When everyone were gripped with fear
As we lost family and friends
And it seemed like the end
Gods, as doctors, did appear

Some People Pray For Money

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

Some people pray for money
Some people pray for fame
Some people pray for power
Or a little piece of acclaim

Some people pray for their families
Their mothers, brothers and wives
While some only pray for themselves
For happiness in their lives

Some wish for solitude
While some wish for lasting friends
Some wish for a plate of food
While some wish for dividends

Yet there are some among us
Who never wish for a thing
They only fold their hands
To thank the Lord and sing

Dead Hands

~ Frank Solanki ~ 7 Comments

Pale skin
Dead hands
Crooked back
No breath
Open mouth
Eyes closed
Bald scalp
Cold jaw
Bruised palms
Bruised heart
Dark skin
Stiff jaw
Short height
Short life
Wounded finger
Doesn’t matter
Beautiful soul
Gone home

God Must Be A Painter

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

God must be a painter
Who coloured the universe
Not sure if it’s a blessing
Or if it is a curse
That he found a little corner
For you and also for me
Painting everything in order
But us imperfectly

Kids!

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

I never really liked kids
Until I had a couple of my own
Seeing them run around the house
No greater pleasure I’ve known
I delight in their company
I read them stories till it’s late
I’m glad to have had a change of heart
It’s the adults I now hate

Oh My Lyrics Will Never Be Sold

~ Frank Solanki ~ 4 Comments

Oh my lyrics will never be sold
They’re only on my laptop old
Not handwritten but italic and bold
There goes my chance at easy gold

I Made Myself A Sauce

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

I made myself a sauce
A new sauce with blood of men
Of men who just disgust me
So I took it out of them

Hmm the sauce is brilliant
Delicious and tasty
I’ll get myself some more
Am I being nasty?

I believe it is my job
I was born to be so
Can you really blame me?
A petty little mosquito?