The storm shows us who we are
Small, helpless
Most days we are blessed
When the nature is quiet
Silent, sleeping
That the sea is calm
That the wind is soft
When she decides to put on a show
For whatever reason
We witness our impotency, our powerlessness
Scurrying for our lives
Like animals in the wild chased by a predator
Screaming, hoping
No possession is valuable
But our breaths and family
All our successes and failures
Struggles and pains
Joys and ambitions
Are put into perspective
Nothing matters
The storm shows us who we are
Tag: Poetry
Prisoners Of The Dark
When the stars are sleeping
Not a watch one is keeping
Will you call me in my dreams?
Give the world all its feeling
Lose the truth I’m appealing
I am lost or so it seems
An open mind but hollow
An open sky left to swallow
Now we know where to leave our mark
Build a wall full of sorrow
Not today not tomorrow
We are just prisoners of the dark
Like a wild bird flying
In a cage I am trying
To get my head above this stream
I can’t breathe I am lying
I can’t swim I am crying
Will you call me in your dream?
When the last hopes were taken
All the moons too were shaken
We saw Thunder and her spark
Now we wait; cold and broken
Only silence’s ever spoken
We are still the prisoners of the dark
Beware Of A Little Sparrow
Beware of a little sparrow
That flutters around your window
She might seem small to you
But she is not insignificant
She is mightier than you may think
Bold and courageous
Her wings are her armors
Her beak is her sword
Her tail must be something too
She is indeed fascinating
Such a giant spirit
Fitted inside a tiny body
Beware of a little sparrow
Don’t start a fight with her
She has more fortitude
Than any man may ever be born with
She is stronger and faster
She is also wiser
You may not feel so
Because she does not like to brag
Yet if you look at her closely
You may for once utter —
Ah that’s a fine creation of Nature
So just look at her closely
Admire, adore her
You may be able to catch her
But don’t
Let her fly
Because she can
After Every Blink
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
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
To view a reading of the poem, check out the link below
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
Frank Solanki 