My heart is so full tonight
It’s overflowing
This love needs some place to go
I could love anything
Everything
I could even love a blade of grass
If only for a while
Untitled #14
Tag: nature
Mother’s Day Poem
A very happy mother’s day to you
May all your wishes come true
Except the one where you wish to be an opera singer
It was New Year’s Eve
Our whole clan had gathered
For a massive celebration
You had cooked the most delicious
Finger-licking food
One could ever imagine
You had plenty of compliments coming your way
And you beamed from ear to ear
We were a few minutes away from midnight
Everyone was in high spirits
Narrating funny tales
Cracking old jokes
Playing cards
Dancing
That’s when you decided
To showcase your singing talent
Which, forgive me for saying so, you have none
You picked up the mic
You silenced your audience
You declared your intention to sing
In hindsight, that was a declaration of war
You cleared your throat
You closed your eyes
You began
It was madness
It was chaos
All hell broke loose
People rushed helter-skelter
People bumped into each othet
Trying to escape from the waves
After waves of deafining sound
Aunt tried to stop you
She even screamed at you
But you didn’t bother with her
You were in your zone
Grandpa was a minute away
From the ambulance
He fell unconscious immediately
Don’t think anyone saw him but me
I would have helped him
But I had grabbed two large pillows
To cover my ears
I had not a third hand
Believe me, Mom
My ears are still ringing
I still have nightmares about that
I don’t remember when the clock struck twelve that night
Nobody does
We were preoccupied with saving our lives
We did everything we could to save ourselves
To stop you from committing homicide
But you only stopped
After you were done with that song
Oh boy, I never want to hear that song again
Not even on the radio
That’s not why I am writing this though
I wrote this to tell you
That you are a brilliant cook
An excellent mother and
The only person Dad fears
If you stick to your strenghts
I am certain that no life would be harmed
Take care and keep smiling
A very happy mother’s day to you again 🙂
Lovers are Entangled Particles
Unboxing
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?
There Is Art Everywhere You Look
A Straight Road
I was walking a straight road
Illuminated by numerous
Lamp posts sprouting
On the sides
I was walking with a crowd
Dressed in similar fashion
Taking similar strides
For a similar goal
The path ahead was clear
We could see well into
The distance
Safely
The sides were uncharted
Unlit and aphotic
Left and right
Spelled risk
It was all going well
All safe and sound
Until someone
Turned left
We continued walking straight
But turned to look at him
Watched him explore
Unknown territory
He soon fell out of sight
As we marched on
With a seed sown
In our heads
I felt my heart beating faster
Almost as if it were asking
Me to unlimit my mind
And be brave
I looked right and looked left
Darkness stared back
But my feet urged me
To kiss it
I turned right
It didn’t feel cold at all
It felt strange
That’s it
New
A few others joined me
It was reassuring
Comforting
Warm
I had been inspired by someone
And now I had managed to
Inspire others to follow
Their hearts
As more and more people
Continued to carve their
Paths we left glowing
Footprints in the soil
What was earlier a straight road
With a secure passageway had
Turned into a blossoming
Fully-grown tree with
Branches spreading
In all directions
Facing A Hattrick Ball
Manoj was the first to go
Venkatesh was second
Naturally I’m the next one in
The last man now is beckoned
Helmet hides my sweaty brow
And offers me protection
From the ball about to be swung
In my face’s direction
The fiery paceman runs at me
Fire raging in his sight
My legs tremble at the prospect
Of my horrible plight
All my plans have gone blank
I close my eyes and swing
Hoping I won’t be the one
To make him a hattrick king
I edge the ball into the skies
It sails up, up and over
On the roof of the stadium
The birds are seeking cover
My captain on the other end
Comes and pats my back
“You’re the first to smash him
He’d want his ego back”
When You Return Home Late From Work #2
Open the door, darling
Open the door please
The neighbours are watching
When You Return Home Late From Work #1
When did I first call you?
Five
What did you tell me then?
I’ll be home in an hour
When did I call you next?
Six
Where were you then?
In office
What did you tell me then?
I’ll be home in an hour
When did I call you next?
Seven
Where were you then?
In office
What did you tell me then?
I’m just closing for the day
When did I call you next?
Nine
What did you do?
I didn’t pick up
Where were you then?
In office
What time is it now?
(You gulp and a drop of sweat trickles down your forehead)
not-poetry #7
Frank Solanki 