Tag: nature

Why Did You Let Me Die

~ Frank Solanki ~ 4 Comments

Why did you let me die?
Answer me, my love
A small intervention from you
I could have been saved
Do not be scared, my love
I’m not here to harm you
I need an answer before
I pass on through the door
I don’t mean to intrude
Upon your serene dreams
Or turn them into a nightmare
I’m looking for salvation
As you seek mental peace
Did it not hurt you
To see my light extinguish?
Did it not affect you
As I fell into an eternal slumber?
You could have touched my hand
Held me close to you
Your warmth had always saved me
It would have been enough
I am not asking for much
I wouldn’t have bothered you
If it didn’t burn me inside
Give me an answer and tell me
Why did you let me die

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Mystery of Existence feat. Richard Dawkins at the Royal Institution, London

~ Frank Solanki ~ 46 Comments

Had the privilege yesterday of being amongst the audience at a discussion featuring Richard Dawkins, Richard Swinburne, Jessica Frazier, Silvia Jonas and Jack Symes held at the Royal Institution, London.

What’s more? Richard Dawkins signed a copy of Outgrowing God and he even posed for pictures.

The signed copy
That’s me on the left while Richard Dawkins is signing the book
Richard Dawkins (on the left) and my wife (on the right)
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A Tussle’s Ongoing

~ Frank Solanki ~ 3 Comments

Between Life and Death a tussle’s ongoing
Humans are mere pawns
A precious life we’ll keep on losing
Till a side has won

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Dull Son

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

I wouldn’t mind if he went out
With his friends to play some ball
And came back home quite late at night
Bruised or injured from a fall

It would be great if he went to a bar
Or a library to play some chess
And came home talking variations
About which I couldn’t care less

But I do mind that he stays home
With his phone always in his hand
Acts like nobody else exists
This behaviour I can’t understand

A couple of days ago I
Locked him in his room upstairs
Thought it would bring him to his senses
Turns out he’s totally unaware

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Eevee

~ Frank Solanki ~ 5 Comments

Every child is an eevee
Normal type, cute and plain
Brimming with potential
Its evolution can attain

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Silent Spectators

~ Frank Solanki ~ 15 Comments

Isn’t it amazing that in one
Part of the world a war is
Raging while the rest of the
World is carrying on normally?

It is simply stunning that in
This day and age a country
Can dare to wage war against
Another nation unabashedly

What is also worth noticing
Is that the war has been going
On for too long now; a bad
Precedent has been set in stone

I do not understand wars very well
I don’t understand power and control
I do not understand politics and economics
I don’t understand greed and victory
That comes at the cost of human lives

I do understand freedom
That we seem to take for granted
I do understand that nothing
Could justify taking an innocent life
Let alone thousands
I do understand how difficult it must be
For those who survive
Often death must seem
A kinder alternative to them

We have blood on our hands
We let this happen
We are too weak, too passive
Too silent, too uncaring
Too selfish, too diplomatic
Too busy, too foolish
The war is here and we are a part of it

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Four Years

~ Frank Solanki ~ 10 Comments

Four years have gone by
Filled with grief and long sighs
I try to laugh but I start to cry

Next day I’ll best forget
Mistakes and regrets
I try to smile but I’m upset

I know you’re gone but you’re still there
Somewhere in this warm air
Hope you fly without a care

I’m doing well I guess so
Under your wings I lay low
Going strong going slow

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Embarrassing Son

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

He’s goofy, clumsy and a geek
He comes home crying once a week
Is he gonna improve? I doubt it
I asked my wife if we could
Put him up for sale for good
She said she would have to think about it

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Genius Son

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

To call me a fool would be unwise
I’ve got a little brain above my eyes
I understand maths and its quirks
And I know how the universe works
But there’s someone I am aware
Who knows more than his fair share
He’s not a typical nerdy gun
He is but my genius son
On every topic he knows more
Things I’ve never even heard before
On plain things he gives a new view
Baffles his scientist mother too
Talks very little, keeps in his room
Shows no joy or any gloom
Every time I look at his face
A hundred thoughts I can easily trace
Does his chores, cares not for school
Thinks education makes one a fool
I would’ve argued but I fear
How stupid he would make me appear
So I let him fulfil his heart’s desire
As long as he doesn’t set the house on fire

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Why Catch A Plane?

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

Why sing your own praises
When the birds can sing for you?
Why build more bridges
When the world is built for you?
Why paint a picture
When the sun casts its hue?
Why go to a teacher
When Nature beckons to you?
Why run an endless race
When the breeze blows for you?
Why catch a plane
When your spirit flies for you?

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