After every blink
I wish to see your face
After every breath
I wish to inhale your scent
After every beat
I wish to sing your song
After every moment
I wish that you were here
Tag: Love
Memories #1
A basket of clouds suspended in space
Carrying a round moon in its fold
Traffic lights usher a flurry of colours
The enchanting smell of pizza round the corner
Tired, a little hungry, I walk
Returning home, planning a new entrance
Mild chirping among the trees
Break the monotony of wheels on road
The air is thick and cold
Nothing that a jacket and a little time cannot deal with
It’s a familiar place
It’s a familiar sight
Yet refreshing
The world keeps driving on
Tanka #2
The world around me
Freezes as I wrap her in
My arms; slowly and
Steadily the world starts to
Thaw as our young hearts connect
Tanka #1
She is the reason
Of my happiness and joy
I am the reason
For her unwavering faith
In deceit and fraudulence
Two Crooks
Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys
Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down
Limerick #6
Genie granted me three wishes
So I let him do the dishes
Then with a broom
He cleaned up my room
Before I wished my husband vanishes
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When The Lions Roar
When the lions roar and the horses neigh
The cats and cows come out to play
The foxes come out of their boxes
While the chickens run the other way
When the crickets sing and the cuckoos coo
The goats and geese go back to zoo
The giraffes have a hearty laugh
While jumping with a kangaroo
Run
Run, run
Run, run, run
All day long we run and run
From A to Z
From here to there
From dawn to dusk
No time to spare
Run, run
Run, run, run
No time to lose
No time for fun
Even though we run, run, run
No single work is ever done
Run, run
Run, run, run
Hurry up and catch someone
Don’t slip or trip; fall out of line
If you stop you’re left behind
Run, run
Run, run, run
Run
A Woman Is A Train
A woman is a train
She runs all day
Carrying the weight of a hundred legs
She makes no fuss
Even if you scratch her surface
Leaving a permanent scar
A woman is a train
Fast, slow, black and white
Walking on a stony path
She breaks down sometimes
Fix her up and she’ll be
Running in no time
A woman is a train
Iconic, magical, classy
Nothing to describe her perfectly
She offers you a seat
Making your life comfortable
Taking you to your destination
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Pick me up if I shatter
Glue me back to a whole
Hold me gently in your arms
Carefully handle my soul
Frank Solanki 