There is a world
Where people are always happy
Where there are no worries
I do not exist there
…
This is my world
Where people are always crying
Where there is no light
I am the king here
Tag: Fashion
The Final Poem
The stories were all told
Now they all just seem so old
Little pieces of my heart
All broken, but they call it art
All the years I’ve left behind
I will return home and call them mine
…
When you needed shelter in the night
I burned myself to be your light
When you needed to stay afloat
I drowned myself to be your boat
When you were standing in the midst of storm
I fought the cold to keep you warm
It is more than I can take
No more sacrifices I will make
Now I know what I have to do
This is the final poem for you
…
We may not be free and young
All our songs now have been sung
When was the last time that we laughed?
When was the last time that we cried?
Can we smile together one last time
Or just walk away with our pride?
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When you needed shelter in the night
I burned myself to be your light
When you needed to stay afloat
I drowned myself to be your boat
When you were standing in the midst of storm
I fought the cold to keep you warm
It is more than I can take
No more sacrifices I will make
Now I know what I have to do
This is the final poem for you
…
I lie down empty on the floor
I’ve never felt so lonely before
I lost so much of my soul
But at least I got my heart back
I am finally out of my shell
Looking to be better than I ever was
Someday I will find myself again
My heart will be whole. There will be no pain
I’ll write letters to my heart
But not a word for you anymore
You and I, we both will dance
You with someone else. And I, with my heart
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When you needed shelter in the night
I burned myself to be your light
When you needed to stay afloat
I drowned myself to be your boat
When you were standing in the midst of storm
I fought the cold to keep you warm
It is more than I can take
No more sacrifices I will make
Now I know what I have to do
This is the final poem for you
I Wrote A Hundred Poems For Her
I wrote a hundred poems for her
She loved the first
She liked the second too
But then she couldn’t tell
Number fifty eight from seventy two
Neither did she have a clue
About ‘Diamond Dew’
So I’ll start anew
Change my point of view
And may be write about my nephew
Six Words Story #5
Blog’s littered with poems of you
School Of Love
I have no qualms in admitting
That I have been a fool
I need to learn the ABCs
So I’m going back to school
The shiny gates are open
And they’re calling out to me
So I’ll pack my books and bag
And a student I would be
…
There’ll be a lot of folks there
Of varied age and size
Showing child-like eagerness
To win an elusive prize
But not all of them will be winning
A lot of them would repeat
The tests and the course
As a part of their defeat
…
I wish I hadn’t spent so many years
Learning all sorts of stuff
When I should really have been learning
How to grow up and be tough
I know math and physics
I have what it takes
But I don’t know how to fix
A broken heart that aches
I don’t know how to fix
An aching heart that breaks
Broken Pieces Of Poetry
There is no war. There is no destruction
No rebellion. No protests
No tragedy except the one we’re going through
No adventure. No death
We let the days pass us by
And they all look the same to me
Nothing to bring us together or tear us apart
Nothing to make a memory
Here we come. There we leave
No traces to retrace
And just like us, time will come and go
With not a moment to miss
My path will be mine. Yours will be yours
And so will be our lives
Isn’t that how it is supposed to be?
We follow the trail they left for us
Never charting our own path
Too afraid to fail or fall
Now we look in each other’s eyes
Momentarily
May be the last time that we behold
Freedom as freedom
Life as life. Love as love
Happiness as it is
When all of this will be done
I will wither and you will rot
All that will be left behind
Will be broken pieces of poetry
Asymmetric
I can’t figure
Who is more happier
The one with the bag?
Or the one in rag?
Life of a Poet
And they ask me
“What do you do for a living?”
“I write poems.” I say.
“Nothing makes me feel more alive.”
The Swindler
I know just who you are
No need to deceive. Don’t even try
You came in like a storm
Left without a goodbye
And while you were going
You left the ruins behind
Left me to pick up the pieces
For what I was destined
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I know just who you are
It isn’t hard to see
Not so sure about others
Who are spellbound by thee
I should have been wiser
I had been warned
Couldn’t even think straight then
Of you i was so fond
…
I know just who you are
From the company you keep
Bitches and vixens
Black cat and a creep
They further your cause
And get your dark side out
I tried to change you for good
Of no use, I found out
…
I know just who you are
And i know what you do
All your secrets are revealed
And everything you’re up to
You seek attention
Love the limelight
You think it’ll last forever
You’re as blind as night
…
I know just who you are
Don’t pretend to be otherwise
Its crystal clear now
I can see it in your eyes
You’re nothing but a swindler
And stealing is your art
Take anything you want
But give me back my heart
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I can live with the scar
I know just who you are
Rabbits And Cages Here Eternally Lost
Several years must have passed me by
Since the last time that I met her
Believe me when I say, the more I try
The harder it gets to forget her
She was wearing red and I was dressed in joy
Never got so excited ere, like a little boy
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The day was splendid
Not a single cloud in the sky
I can’t remember a more sunny day
In the middle of July
There was hope in the air and the birds were singing true
Maybe later sparks would fly and bells would ring too
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I was listening as she spoke
About life, love, rabbits and cages
It’s amazing how she had so much to talk about
It’s like we hadn’t met for ages
Destiny had brought us here after all these years
And now she must lead the way, away from all our fears
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In the middle of it all
The old wounds were opened again
I looked skyward and prayed
And asked Him to throw down some rain
Put on your best dress and pour like you’ve never poured before
Just set the scene for me alright, there’s nothing I want more
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There was so much happening around us
But all I noticed was her pleasant smile
Nothing seemed to matter anymore
Time, it seemed, had stopped awhile
There was no one between us except confusion and doubt
My heart was writing sonnets but no words ever came out
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What was i to do?
Was it the right time to profess?
The emotions of past swerved inside
And left me stranded, I must confess
The end was near. There wasn’t much to analyse
Destiny and rain had betrayed me. It didn’t take long to realize
The castles had been blown away
Like tiny grains of sand
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Maybe it was never meant to be
The time had come for us to part
My faith in God was shaken
For leaving me with an empty heart
Nature can be cruel, I cursed the mocking sky
Not a souvenir to take home as I watched the moment die
We didn’t even kiss goodbye
We just waved our hands
Frank Solanki 