Regret #7210

June 14, 2025June 14, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

I have never been hasty
Always been patient and calm
Beats me why I got a
Tattoo of your name on my arm

Do Not Stand On My Grave, You Creep

June 4, 2025June 4, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 4 Comments

Do not believe what others have said
When I die, I’d really be dead
Not in the dark plumes of a crow
You won’t find me in a circus show
Not in a Mumbai local train
I won’t be found in a bacterial strain
When you’re applying makeup and blush
I am not your oily hairbrush
Full of scurf and lice that bite
I am not your defunct tubelight
You may seek me; yes you may try
Or don’t; I have said my goodbye

I Hope

May 31, 2025May 31, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

I hope you realize
What a big mistake
You made letting
A caring intelligent
And loving person like me
Go so easily when
I could have been
Yours forever and
Ever and ever and ever

So that I can finally feel a little bit of validation and maybe be able to go to sleep without crying or without thinking about you or ways to avenge you

Regrets #4002

May 28, 2025May 28, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

This world is
Not perfect
Nothing about
It seems to
Make sense

When I look into your eyes
When I reflect on our relationship
When I think about us
I understand why

Regrets #1163

May 25, 2025May 25, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

Whenever wherever
I see an old couple
Shopping together
Laughing together
Eating together
Strolling together

I realise how many more years I’ve got to drag this out with you

Writing Tip #4

May 24, 2025May 24, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 5 Comments

Unboxing

May 7, 2025May 7, 2025 ~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

Who would have thought
After all these years
I would find myself
Inside a small box
When all along I was sure
That this is everything
The world has to offer
Or rather I have to offer to the world?

Who would have thought
That these very eyes
Would begin to see
Everyone in a fresh light
When all along I was sure
That I had my senses under control
When in fact the senses controlled me?

Who would have thought
That I would discover
Parts of me which I
Never knew existed
When all along I was sure
That I know everything
There is to know about my personality
Or rather everything there is to know about myself?