Wish and aim for an easy life
One without struggle or any strife
Honour and glory are sought in vain
Drop no sweat and feel no pain
Laze around and keep no plan
Procastinate the best you can
Flex no muscle, don’t strain your voice
Being born was not your choice
Keep all work for tomorrow
Close your heart to all sorrow
Close your heart to love too
Very little can now break you
Life is fickle and time is short
To Death we are a mere sport
Nothing lasts so don’t pretend
Everyone must die in the end
Tag: Poetry
Which Bus?
This bus takes me to my school and
That one takes me home but
Which bus takes me to my mother?
I don’t know I don’t know
This bus takes me to Woodgrange Avenue
That bus takes me to work but
Which bus takes me to my mother?
I don’t know I don’t know
Here’s one bus that is big and red
Which drops me near a lake
Here’s another bigger and redder
Which I am too afraid to take
Can buses fly? Do they have wings?
It would be lovely if it were so
Which bus takes me to my mother?
I don’t know I don’t know
I can pick a bus randomly
And go wherever it may go but
Will it take me to my mother?
I don’t know I don’t know
Maybe a bus is not the best option
A horse-carriage? Or a yacht?
Will they take me to my mother
Maybe or maybe not
What You Mean To Me
I guess I’ve never told
You what you mean to me
How grand a place you hold
In life’s moments to be
My lips fail me every
Time that I try to speak
My heart falls in a reverie
Showing from cheek to cheek
I’m glad I’ve always showed you
Instead just what you mean
My love has always flowed through
In acts of stream serene
For man is yet to find a better
Method of conveying love
Far better than a penned letter
Is a gesture of true love
If I Could Paint True Love
If I could paint true love
I would use your colours
Dip my brush in your skin
Create a tender scene
Tell Me How To Sleep
Tell me how to lose my self
Lose my senses and my thoughts
Transport myself to a dreamy world
Albeit temporarily but still
Tell me how to sleep
Show me the pleasure that you gain
From a reprieve of the mind
From the worries and the stress
In the companionship of Death’s son
Show me how to sleep
Teach me what I do not know
I fail to silence my inner voice
How do I tire my body and my soul?
What’s your somniferous song?
Teach me how to sleep
Tell me how fresh the morning feels
Show me the peace in solitude
Teach me a trick, an easy shortcut
Tell this ghost of liberation
Tell me how to sleep
Limerick #5
I feel I’m stuck and out of luck
I hear the winds quacking like a duck
I take out my pens
And write nonsense
Eventually something might work
Come Haunt Me
Won’t you come and haunt me
Every night in my sleep?
If it’s the only way for us to talk
So be it
I was caught surprised the first time
I got scared too easily
I didn’t realise what it was
What were you trying to say?
Why did I pray to never experience it again?
What foolishness have I done?
Was it your only bridge to me? To the world?
Did I burn it up? Never to be resurrected again?
If there is a way do let me know
I’ll do what I can
The hole in me is still not filled
I suppose it never will be
Tell me what I need to do
So that you can come and haunt me again
Her Magnetism
What magnet does she possess
That pulls me towards her?
What could I be possibly made of
That I cannot resist her?
How do I escape this attraction
When I’m caught in her field?
How do I break this wizardry?
Where do I find a shield?
You Are Beautiful
I think that you are beautiful
With a delightful innocence
With a kindness-leaking heart
Flowing in abundance
But you do not think so
I see that you are beautiful
With dark mysterious eyes
With lips that tell a story
That no shade can disguise
But you do not see so
I believe that you are beautiful
Nature’s finest song
Melodious and soothing
For me to hum along
But you do not believe so
Believe me please believe me
See what I can see
Your soul is the finest specimen
Of humankind’s beauty
A Naughty Boy
Son, you’ve been acting really good
From the plate you’ve cleared the food
And your room is mighty clean
Not a stray toy can be seen
You’ve been smiling weird all day
I feel like you’ve got something to say
Did you stain your school clothes
Or did you pinch your sister’s nose?
I haven’t seen you run at all
Or jump or scream or shout or fall
I know I know that something’s wrong
Oh I feel it quite so strong
Come out now son with your tale
I promise you won’t go to jail
Did you break a glass or pot?
Did you, son, or did you not?
Oh what is that now? Let me see
Your teacher wants to again see me?
A bad report card again I guess
Oh boy you are in such a mess
Hand it over to me, will you?
It’s not something I’m not used to
Ah but wait just what is this?
You’ve scored more than your genius sis
In fact you’ve scored more than everyone
You’ve topped the class my dear son
Oh this thing brings me such a joy
To know you’re not such a naughty boy
Frank Solanki 