Tag: Love

I Won’t Let Death Come Close

~ Frank Solanki ~ 20 Comments

I’ll shut all the windows, bolt all the doors
Seal all the holes in the roof and the floors
In my arms you for ever I’ll enclose
But I won’t let that fiendish Death come close

I’ll shut down all the lights and silence there will be
So it never detects your presence here with me
I’ll stay up all night if such a need arose
But I won’t let that devilish Death come close

Whether it be day or night or the blazing noon
Whether it be May or March or the balmy June
Whether in the guise of Hel or Kali or in the form of Thanatos
I won’t let that infernal Death come close

I’ll protect you from all harm, risk and injury
Keep you safe from its sniff and artillery
As long as life runs from my head to my toes
I won’t let that menacing Death come close

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The Dark Factory

~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

Across the street is a factory
Where no sunlight ever falls
No lights they need to work
There’s darkness throughout

Inside the factory I am told
Nobody has dared to step
Those who did never returned
The secret’s kept intact

Despite the clear red flags I
See people every day
Try to figure out the mystery
That lies behind its door

Nights I spend wondering
What could possibly be inside
Days I spend controlling
The urge to knock at the door

Yet today I could hold it no more
The mystery has got to my head
My heart, my brain, my legs
All led me to that doorstep

I flashed my torch around
The place was filled with bottles
There must be thousands of them
Or maybe millions; I am not sure

On a long conveyor belt
The labelled bottles stood open
Sluggardly tiny black drops
Pour forth from a machine above

What were these drops made of?
The liquid was as dark as coal
It had a sickening putrid smell
I chose not to taste it

I felt a hand upon my shoulder
I’ve been expecting you — she said
She led me by the hand
To a far end of the factory

Here all the bottles were filled and closed
She pointed to one of them
And asked me to read the label
I did; it had my name on it

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Weather Forecast For Tomorrow

~ Frank Solanki ~ 13 Comments

The weather forecast for tomorrow
Predicts a spell of heavy rain
Red clouds will line up in the sky
Pour forth a heavy dose of pain

Roses will drop in every street
Gardens will wear a glorious crown
But let every man be warned to
Not go roaming ’round in town

For every dainty flower falling
Will be equipped with a thorn
That will bleed you to your death
Before the rise of the next day morn’

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A Poem From 2084

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

The world is getting hotter and
The sun burns with a rage
My dad claims it’s a punishment
To live in this day and age

I suffer my ancestors’ past
Who left this world a mess
Waved red flags but reveled
Momentarily nevertheless

They wore face-masks I am told
For a brief period or so
Found it highly inconvenient
To inhale or to blow

I wonder how those folks would have
Survived in this atrocity
When we dare not step outside
Without a full-body PPE

Well I guess what’s done is done
Who is and is not to blame
Now that no new child is born
We’ll be the last to play this game

Shoutout to my friend, Tony T (@sonofgod) for his generous support for my writing. Do check out his blog (tltatemakeover.com).

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Only One Answer

~ Frank Solanki ~ 7 Comments

What is it about you that makes my heart melt?
What is it that pushes all the worries out of my mind?
What is it in you that charms my heart to the fullest?
What is it? What is it? I keep asking myself

I’ve scratched my head but no answer I have found
I have contemplated all alternatives rationally
I have tried to glance into the depths of my faculties
I have tried; I have tried; and I have failed

After crossing out all possibilities off my list
After twisting and turning many sleepless nights
After a year of rumination there is only solution that remains
It is love; it is love; it could only be love

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Untitled #6

~ Frank Solanki ~ 15 Comments

Love is a disease for which no vaccine exists
Love is an addiction approved by society
Love is an attack on your faculties
Love is an epidemic

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When The Sun Rose Above Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

I was deep in sorrow
When the sun rose above me
Spread her hands out to love me
Today
There will be a tomorrow
Brighter than all the lights glow
Wipe your darkness and shadows
Away

Now don’t be discouraged
Let my light be your guidance
When you walk any distance
In pain
Show some steel and some courage
Spread your wings a little higher
Never blow out your heart’s fire
Again

All the cracks in my body
Filled up with a madness
I forgot all my sadness
All be gone
Now I wake every morning
With a fire in my veins
Through the aches and the sprains
I carry on

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Won’t You Wake Up, Mother?

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

Won’t you wake up when I kiss your hands
I’ve kissed you a hundred —
Maybe a thousand times
Open your eyes, open your eyes

See what grand a day is greeting us
See the trees they sway
Hear the birds they chirp
Open your eyes, open your eyes

The hands of time clutch at your neck
Will my kiss be enough
To unwound them again
Does it hurt? Does it hurt?

I’m sure the way you need your mother
I too need what’s mine
Listen to my plea
Open your eyes, open your eyes

It isn’t safe and it never will be
Without you around
I am lost at sea
Open your eyes, open your eyes

Have I sinned? Don’t punish me so
If I kiss your hand
Would you break a smile and
Open your eyes, open your eyes?

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Stop The Circus

~ Frank Solanki ~ 27 Comments

Wake me from this magic
Pull the curtains down
Have you had your pleasure
From my hangin’ frown?
Listen to the madness
Brewing amongst the laughs
Notice the toxic sorrow
Hidden in photographs
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!

The storms are your doing
So are the trees and grass
The panda eats the bamboo
The lion eats the ass
All the while they’re running
Going round and round
Rising from the ashes
Then back into the ground
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!

It’s getting dark and silent
Just as I had feared
No one ever lasts here
No prayer is ever heard
Walk on walk on walk on
The master rings a bell
We shall never witness
Heaven meet with Hell
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!

Don’t Curse Mondays

~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

Don’t curse Mondays for your woes
Every week she comes and goes
Just like all the other days
Sundays, Fridays and Saturdays

It’s not her fault, you stupid snob
That you’re not happy with your job
We all know it’s pretty lame
To always find someone to blame

So shut up and stop being unjust
And quit your job if you must
Find a more enjoyable cause
Learn to own up to your flaws

Don’t chase power, fame or cash
They will leave you in a flash
Do something more so to speak
That’ll keep you happy throughout the week

Learn from Mondays a thing or two
Some of the things you ought to do
You never hear her complain or whine
She always does her job on time