Tag: Life

If I Were A Panther

~ Frank Solanki ~ 11 Comments

If I were a panther
Then you would be a panther
We’d be together

If I were President
I’d marry you
You’d be the First Lady

If I were a bee
Then you’d be a flower
We’d be together

If I were a drummer boy
I’d marry you
You’d be a drummer girl

If I were born in another century
I’d travel back in time
Just to be with you

If I were a cloud
I’d float across the sky
To wherever you may be

Whatever the circumstances
Whatever the time
Whatever the situation
We would always end up together
We are meant to be together

If The Love You Give Isn’t Equal To The Love You Get

~ Frank Solanki ~ 20 Comments

If
The love you give isn’t equal to the love you get
The pain is much more than what you can forget
The hurt you receive isn’t equal to the hurt you can bear
The heart breaks way more times than it can repair

Then
Isn’t equality just a mathematical concept?

If A Storm Were To Catch Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

If
A storm were to catch me
Throw me in the deepest pit
Nothing but darkness around
No easy way out of it
I might step on a bone or skull
Of others who came before me
Realise I might be the next
To decay in this endless sea
My determination may be tested
My will to survive too
It may be easier to surrender
Than to fight without a clue

Then
My heart will whisper to me
“I’ll pump your body with blood
Fill your veins with spirit
A purpose in every word
Just a little help from you
Worry not by Despair’s sight
Hold on to our buddy, Hope
Together, we’ll find the light.”

If Death Is A Guest

~ Frank Solanki ~ 17 Comments

If
Death is a guest
Who visits but just once
To all the good people
And all the bad ones
It doesn’t matter if you’re rich
Poor, filthy or clean
Healthy or unwell
Wide awake or in a dream
She’d meet you when she pleases
Knock heavily at your heart
Enter without permission and
Snatch your soul and then depart

Then
Would she be well greeted
If her visit was well announced
Or would she be most welcomed
If she dropped in unannounced?

If You Let Death Run A Show

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

If
You make yourself accustomed
To the sight of Death
The sight of her running a show
Every day and every night
Inside your little head
…
Then
Death will not frighten you
Nor strike a tingling sensation
In your spine
For you will already be dead
Inside your little head

If Magic Is Just An Illusion

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

If
Magic is just an illusion
A trickery on the eye
To make it difficult to
Tell the truth from a lie

Then
My darling, you’re a magician
A conjurer with a cause
Making my heart believe
What there never really was

The Cracks On My Surface

~ Frank Solanki ~ 25 Comments

There may be fairies in the forests
There may be angels in the sky
There may be queens on other planets
And little pixies in heavens up high
I am just a lonely mountain
With me there’s only you
You’re the cracks on my surface
And the gleaming light that passes through

Two Pieces Of Magnet

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

We are two pieces of magnet
No matter how far you may go
Or no matter how far I may run
We’d always find a way to get back together
Stronger than before

God Must Exist

~ Frank Solanki ~ 39 Comments

You turn my words into poems
My notes into a song
My moments into experiences
Everything right from wrong

You make darkness beautiful
Without you there’s no light
Every colour feels glorious
As long as you’re in sight

You take away my sorrow
Bring me back my laugh
You multiply my happiness
Divide my grief in half

They haven’t found a proof for God
But I know that He must be
For He sent you down on Earth
He sent you down for me

What Best Describes You?

~ Frank Solanki ~ 34 Comments

What best describes you?

Is it your eyes where I can see all the stars of the universe blinking?

Is it your hair that flows attractively with the cool breeze?

Is it your smile that sends lightning and thunder through my body?

Is it your hands that assure me that I will never be alone?

Is it the way you talk that is melody to my ears?

Is it the way you walk that leaves diamond footprints in the path?

Is it your heart that speaks to mine like nobody else does?

Or is it that words and languages are too small to describe someone like you?