Tag: Religion

Like You Used To

~ Frank Solanki ~ 41 Comments

If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day

With the rain falling outside
I’m trapped in my own home
Trying to escape the thoughts
Only brings me closer to them
I’m worried
I’m uneasy
As I watch the flowers wilt for want of air

If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day

My eyes witness melancholy
My soul shoulders the blame
All I have is the distance
Where one day a bridge shall stand
I’m thinking
I’m hungry
My body will take no other nourishment

If you hold me
Like you used to
Then these thorns and rain will go away
Hear my story
Like you used to
When the night has taken out the day

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Untitled #12

~ Frank Solanki ~ 23 Comments

It doesn’t feel like we’re meeting for the first time
It may have been another universe
It may have been another lifetime
Another time; another age
It feels like I’ve known you forever

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Untitled #11

~ Frank Solanki ~ 26 Comments

Time came to pass
Swiftly, cruelly
Leaving no sounvenirs in my hand
We didn’t even say goodbye
We just waved

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Untitled #10

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

The king spoke to his only son
“Soon I’ll give you my whole kingdom.”
The prince said, “I don’t want your name
Just let me play my video game.”

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Alone On A Beach

~ Frank Solanki ~ 12 Comments

I find myself alone
With the seeds I have sown
On a beach – cold, dark and stranded
Where no saint has ever landed
Where the hearts turn to stone

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Be Less Sorry Be More Grateful

~ Frank Solanki ~ 35 Comments

Be less sorry
Be more grateful
Remember your love
Be less forgetful
Be a little braver
And less fearful
Be a lot awesome
And less awful
Be a little loving
Be less dreadful
Be more adventurous
Be less careful
Be less arrogant
Be more thankful
Be less sorry
Be more grateful

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Still In The Game

~ Frank Solanki ~ 41 Comments

So much we gain, far more we lose
Each ecstacy comes with a bruise
Dwell not on what you could have won
With each breath your life is gone
Your body will presently depart
Cherish! Relish it with all your heart
You may not hold a claim to fame
Yet there you are still in the game

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Love Is That Holiday Destination

~ Frank Solanki ~ 21 Comments

Love is that holiday destination
Which flashes before your eyes
As soon as you open your social media accounts
Because that is where
Your friends seem to be going
Your neighbours seem to be heading, again (only this time with their kids)
Your colleagues have planned to go
And they are all posting exquisite pictures of themselves and that place all the time
You cannot avoid it
How long can you shun social media?
You must go there and see it with your own eyes
Experience it with your own body
Breathe it with your lungs
Taste it with your tongue
And so you check your schedule
Fix a date
Make the reservations
Book the tickets
Off you go to scratch that itch

When you land there
What do you see?
A deserted landscape
Nobody but you
You wonder if it is the right place
You check your phone and confirm so
Why, then, is nobody else in sight
Then a drop falls on your hand
Then another, and another
You turn to look up
And see dark clouds gathering overhead
A storm is brewing
Now you know

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Observations #1

~ Frank Solanki ~ 16 Comments

Either I am surrounded by idiots
Or perhaps I was wrong in assuming
That love is exclusive to fools
If my eyes are not deceiving me
I can confirm that love has affected everyone around me
It has not restricted itself to vertebrates with negligible erudition
It has gripped one and all
I have a notebook with me where I have taken the strain of listing and describing all the symptoms associated with this singular curiousity
I must admit the notebook is laden with words I had not come to expect
Blindness, deafness, insomnia, loss of appetite, corrupted memories, sullenness interjected with periods of extreme elation, and madness to name a few
The findings are surprising, but not shocking

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Love Is An Enigma

~ Frank Solanki ~ 27 Comments

Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
About this enigma
This mystery called Love
What is it?
Who has it and who has it not?
How does it happen? Can it be predicted?
Do we control it or does it control us?
Which organ is to be held responsible?
Is it worth it? Is it frivolous?
Is it necessary?
Is it real?
Is it indoctrinated?

Oft’ I wonder
Long into the night
When darkness abounds
Is it a pastime of fools?

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