They told me to
Be myself and show
The world the real
Side of me
They told me I
Need not be afraid
Of owning who I
Am and what I feel
They told me to
Not succumb to
Societal pressures
Then why is everyone avoiding me now when I am being my arrogant, snobbish, mean and smelly self?
As long as our
Love is etched
On these pages
How can it
Ever come to an end?
These pages contains
Every little detail
About you and me and us
About our relationship
About our secrets
About every tiny little detail
Soon to be compiled and published
In English we say:
I miss you from the bottom of my heart.
In insta-poetry we say:
I miss you
From the
Bottom of
My heart
My heart woke me up
In the dead of the night
Crying for help
As I was about to ask
What I can do to make
Things better for him, the
brain intervened and said, “Switch off the damned phone and go — the hell — to sleep.”
When people say that
Love is blind
I find the statement errant
You can see that it is
Simply not true
On further assessment
Blind is actually a person with severe visual impairment
In a room full of art
In a museum full of artefacts
I’d have my eyes on you
And only you
Because you’d be either walking around with your fingers in your nose or stumbling over and breaking something priceless or both
In a schedule packed
With chaos and rush
Sharing a meal with you
Is perhaps the most
Peaceful part of my day
Especially when you are hooked to your phone and I am to mine
Beautiful, radiant and bright
You glow, golden and white
Twinkling like the stars in sight
You love with a lustrous might
Surrounded by your constant light
It’s getting hard to sleep at night
When I first met you
I had no idea that
You would bring so much
Euphony into my life
Every word you speak
Every syllable you utter
Is music to my ears
Jarring, dragging and ear-shattering
If you need a shoulder to cry
I am here
If you need a mouth to converse
I am here
If you need an ear to listen
I am here
If you need an arm to hold
I am here
If you need some space
Well um then I am not here
Frank Solanki 