The meaning of life is ever-changing
As time for wisdom we keep exchanging
What it is today
Was not it yesterday
Life is indeed such a strange thing
Tag: Poetry
Somberness
How I wish this sunny weather
Could change my dispirited mood
Nature’s out in its fullest glory
I can do nothing but brood
Trees swinging in a discotheque
Little birds hunting for food
Flowers calling out the bees
Or maybe I misunderstood
There’s chirping and chattering all around
Folks laughing as they go
My spirit has a cold demeanor
Despite no sign of snow
Children jumping about carelessly
Smiles make their faces glow
I suppose there is nothing today
To pull me out of my woe
Sky burning with a golden ball
Cloudy thoughts fill my mind
Bright sunlight lift the night’s veil
To shadows I am confined
The gentle winds blow aromatically
My senses become a-blind
Why should I be the only one
That Somberness should find?
Those Who Forget How To Love
Those who forget how to love
Can never remember how to live
Life is very little else
Than the beating of one’s heart
To the soulful melody of romance
Those who forget how to love
Also forget the meaning of life
Forget the joys and pleasures
That true companionship can provide
Life is not meant to be lived alone
Like an island lost at sea
Life’s drink is to be shared
That it may taste sweeter
Do not listen to doubts or negativity
Many a lives have been lost to them
What good could be achieved
By suppressing your emotions?
When you suppress your innermost feelings
You are really choking yourself
To become someone you are not supposed to be
Be brave be fearless
Let not any hindrance upset you
Let not any obstacle frighten you
Give wings to your hopes
Sail across the vast open blue sky
The sky is yours to conquer
Fly fly away
Love like a lover
Ache like a lover
Live like a lover
And forget those who forget how to love
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I care for you and I will
After all these years, I love you still
I keep no track of now and then
You’re my girl and I’m your man
Wrapped Up In Sadness
I meant to send you a poem
Carved out of my heart
But I’m a little scared
I don’t want to let you down
My heart isn’t the best
Never has been
Trapped in a self-made jail
Staring out the only window
Envious at the clouds
That are not afraid to fall
It wraps itself in sadness
If I could grab the wheels of time
Turn it back around
I would go back to that moment
When I let my fears take over
When I let my heart sink
Tell my heart it’s alright
All wounds heal someday
All scars fade away
I thought that I was strong
I was so wrong
Now I fail to open the lock
To my heart’s freedom as
It wraps itself in sadness
When there was no one to talk to
Sadness came and sat
We thought we found a friend
Now I’m not so sure
Now I’m not too wise
Now I can’t feel
It’s like a happy part of me
Has been shed
I wished to tell you sooner
But again I was scared
I was lonely
I was wrapped up in sadness
Feeling Poor
Bring me all the sparkling diamonds
Shining in the sky
Bring me the most renowned paintings
From wherever they may lie
Bring me life’s fake happiness
That money claims to buy
Show me all the regal mansions
Open up the doors
Without love I must admit
This heart is feeling poor
Bring me watches, shoes and clothes
Bring me fancy cars
Surround me with techs and gadgets
Exorbitant cigars
Bring me a quiet peaceful island
Legendary guitars
Let each day be pleasure-filled
On a king’s bed I snore
Without love I must admit
This heart is feeling poor
Bring me all the glittering gold
Ship-wrecked in the seas
Bring me all the yen and pounds
Bring me all the currencies
Bring me the finest champagne and
Exotic wine too please
Whatever this world has to give
Give me that and more
Without love I must admit
I am feeling poor
You’ll Find Magic Everywhere
Open your eyes if you care
You’ll find magic everywhere
Magic in the trees that grow
Magic in the falling snow
Magic in the gentle breeze
Magic in the stinging bees
Magic in a baby’s laugh
In a yellow tall giraffe
Magic in the morning light
In the darkness of the night
Magic in a friend we trust
In a bookshelf full of dust
Magic in the texts you send
In a free-from-work weekend
Magic in the drops of rain
In the chugging of a train
Magic in the bed you lay
Magic in the songs you play
Magic in the clouds above
Magic in the thing called love
If you see these things as plain
You must surely be insane
Fill This Year
Fill this year with one fire
The fire sparked by love
No other thing I may desire
From any being above
Fill the months with her thoughts
Thoughts that make time fly
‘Cross a range of cosmic dots
Far beyond the sky
Fill the days with her words
That sweet music to my ears
Sweeter than the sound of birds
Till darkness disappears
Fill the hours with her smell
Scent that’s made to last
The dreamy captivating spell
That only she can cast
Fill the minutes with her sight
The purest joy there is
Joy that pumps my eye’s delight
My soul’s eternal bliss
Fill each second with her touch
As our hearts combine
If time should always pass as such
The year shall go by fine
Raconteurs #13
Daughter: Dad, Dad, I built a robot today.
Dad: Wow! Did you really? Where did you learn it?
Daughter: I learnt it by myself. It wasn’t that difficult.
Dad: I am so impressed. I did not know you to be such a genius. Can I see the robot?
Daughter: Dad, I present to you U-Man. Just an H away from being a human
Dad: Wow. It looks impressive. What does it do?
Daughter: It can do a lot of things. It can talk, move around, sing songs and the best part is that it can even assemble other robots like itself.
Dad: I do not believe you! Are you serious? Let me see it talk.
U-Man: Pam is intelligent. Pam is beautiful.
Dad: Brilliant. Let me hear it sing a song.
Daughter: It will now walk around the house and sing a song.
U-Man: Pam is intelligent. Pam is beautiful
Pam is a genius. Pam is so cool
Pam is amazing in so many ways
Pam is my master. I’ll do what she says
Dad: This is exceptional. Show me more.
Daughter: Oh it has an ability to learn as well.
Dad: Artificial intelligence?
Daughter: Exactly. It can construct other robots like itself. Soon enough there will be an army of robots singing this song and following me around
Dad: Oh no, Pam! That is so wrong. You built a brilliant robot and you could have done so much more with it.
Daughter: I like it this way.
Dad: No, my little girl. You do not understand. It makes you seem very arrogant and self-centered.
Pam: Don’t you want to see it assemble other robots?
Dad: If it makes more robots like itself then I am not interested in seeing it. You are a genius but you are also egoistic.
Pam: But Dad if Okto expects us to create more of our kinds only to sing his songs then why can’t I expect the same from my creations?
Raconteurs #12
Dad: I am going to tell you a story today about a girl who grew up to become a wise and a beautiful queen. Do you want to be a queen when you grow up?
Daughter: I have made up my mind. I will start my own religion. That will be my career.
Dad: You can’t just wake up and start your own religion.
Daughter: Well then what do I need?
Dad: Religion and faith is a very personal thing. It is not a career option.
Daughter: But so many people have made a career out of it. Why can’t I do it?
Dad: Because it is wrong. I don’t want you to use people’s beliefs and faith for your selfish motives.
Daughter: I am not being selfish. I have my own set of beliefs and I want to preach the world about it. I want to see how many people I can connect with.
Dad: Really? Who shall be your God? You?
Daughter: Mine will be a religion without any God.
Dad: Well what will it be about then? What will you be preaching? What will your followers believe in?
Daughter: Kindness. My religion will be about kindness and nothing else. I will preach kindness and my followers will believe in kindness.
Dad: Oh I think you are a little late… because all religions already do that.
Daughters: Yes, they do but they also are so complicated that people forget that they need to be kind. People remember to be offended — like you do — but they never remember to be kind.
Dad: I’m not offended. I am just having a conversation with you.
Daughter: Oh really? Then why don’t you support me?
Dad: My girl, you are so innocent. You should really be playing with your friends instead of thinking about all this. Imagine you did go and try to start your own religion. Who do you think will believe in you? Who do you think will follow you? Why will people leave their existing faith and put it in your hands? How will you feel when your plan doesn’t go as intended? Plans fail. Hardly anything ever goes to plan. Your plan is already so whimsical that something or the other is bound to go in a way you cannot expect.
Daughter: Oh we shall see. I will go play with my friends and I will have my followers. We will be kinder than followers of any other religion.
Dad: Is this some sort of a competition?
Daughter: Not at all. If others can claim their beliefs to be better then even I have the right to do so.
Dad: You sure are a stubborn girl
Daughter: It’s strong-willed.
Dad: So let us go back to the story about the queen, shall we? Once upon a time in a kingdom by the sea…
(To be continued)
Frank Solanki 