It is clear, as far as I can see
That if this world was created
By a superhuman being
He didn’t do a very good job of it
Consider the proposition: if
He was employed by a company
Would his boss look at his project and say
— “That’s a masterpiece
I couldn’t find a single flaw in it”?
This world is flawed
Life is more and more about survival
And less and less about happiness
It doesn’t matter which life I am talking about
Plants fight for more sunlight
Animals kill each other for food
Humans deceive each other to climb the ladder of life
It is a dog-eat-dog world
A masterpiece?
Flawless?
Nah, far from it
If the world is flawed then it cannot be made by a flawless creator
If the world is flawed then the creator must be flawed too
Just like the rest of us
Tag: Friendship
The Lioness
The leash was strong but not strong enough
To keep a lioness in check
For over a year she was bound
And helpless as she
Let others pelt stones at her
And her lion, who too was
Bound and helpless
They instigated her for no reason
Provoked her and scarred her
She kept quiet and suffered
She was taught to ignore the fools
She was told to forgive and forget
But kindness is often viewed as weakness
And they kept pelting her
Day after day
Night after night
The ring master and her staff
Thought it to be a sport
A little fun to pass the time away
It was indeed all fun and games for them
Till one day the lioness snapped
And with her the leash
She unleashed herself and her fury
Upon the men who dared
To disturb her and her lion
And tried to suppress them
And turn them into passive slaves
For entertainment and chores
It had been a long time coming
But coming it was
When it did, all hell broke loose
The lioness roared
Molded
I gave my body a shape
Molded it into something different
For your sake
It was perfect when you were
Here with me all the time
Like two pieces of jigsaw
We intertwined
And laughed the seasons
Away with locked arms
Now I see myself as crooked
And that’s how the others
See me too; they laugh and
Tell me that I have been
Twisted and deceived
Made to become
Something I wasn’t
It is true what they say, isn’t it?
I am no longer
The missing piece of jigsaw
I am not even
Part of the puzzle
I find it difficult
To straighten my back
My body is deformed beyond recognition
It is not how I used to be
It is me, yet it is not
Like You Used To
If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day
With the rain falling outside
I’m trapped in my own home
Trying to escape the thoughts
Only brings me closer to them
I’m worried
I’m uneasy
As I watch the flowers wilt for want of air
If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day
My eyes witness melancholy
My soul shoulders the blame
All I have is the distance
Where one day a bridge shall stand
I’m thinking
I’m hungry
My body will take no other nourishment
If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day
Untitled #12
It doesn’t feel like we’re meeting for the first time
It may have been another universe
It may have been another lifetime
Another time; another age
It feels like I’ve known you forever
Untitled #11
Time came to pass
Swiftly, cruelly
Leaving no sounvenirs in my hand
We didn’t even say goodbye
We just waved
Untitled #10
The king spoke to his only son
“Soon I’ll give you my whole kingdom.”
The prince said, “I don’t want your name
Just let me play my video game.”
Alone On A Beach
I find myself alone
With the seeds I have sown
On a beach – cold, dark and stranded
Where no saint has ever landed
Where the hearts turn to stone
Be Less Sorry Be More Grateful
Be less sorry
Be more grateful
Remember your love
Be less forgetful
Be a little braver
And less fearful
Be a lot awesome
And less awful
Be a little loving
Be less dreadful
Be more adventurous
Be less careful
Be less arrogant
Be more thankful
Be less sorry
Be more grateful
Still In The Game
So much we gain, far more we lose
Each ecstacy comes with a bruise
Dwell not on what you could have won
With each breath your life is gone
Your body will presently depart
Cherish! Relish it with all your heart
You may not hold a claim to fame
Yet there you are still in the game
Frank Solanki 