I am a murderer
But what am I to do?
My heart had powers
To love and be loved too
But things never stay
The way you want them to
Everything fades away
But pain follows you
I took the dreaded step
Smothered the red beast
Do I regret it now?
No, not in the least
I changed my hat
I moved further east
Sometimes I am haunted
By ghosts of deceased
You know who I am
I’m free from the pain
You know who I am
Swimming in the stains
I am a ghost
I can’t complain
I am a ghost
Ever and again
Tag: Work
I Take Another Step
I am here
Now
Walking down this cold, windy street
In black leather shoes and a warm jacket
In my thoughts
However
I am climbing a wooden staircase
That reaches for the tiny dots in the violet sky
These thoughts of mine
Are mine and mine alone
Illusory to others
Concrete and palpable to me
This world is bursting with reality
Reality that only I can experience
I take another step
Both worlds are beyond my control
I do not dictate anything or anyone
I am a fraction of two wholes
I take another step
With every blink
I shift from one reality to another
A magic portal I carry
In my iris
I take another step
Which is more real I cannot say
They both appear equally true and
Equally fantastical to me
There is a fine line between the two
With every blink
The line gets blurry
I take another step
A Bright Future?
When will I improve myself? Tomorrow
When will I chase my dreams? Tomorrow
When will I be happy? Tomorrow
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Everything in life is suspended until that fateful day
It’s how my life is going
It’s how things are moving
It’s what I thought was right
But it’s not
It most definitely is the wrong approach because
My therapist, my astrologer and even my dog tell me that things are not going to get better for at least another ten years
Real Love
There is just one person
In my head all day
One person I think about
All the time
The person who enters my mind
In the warm mornings
And stays until it is
The dark of nights
Yes, it’s me, me and only me. There is nobody I think about except me, myself and I. Call me a narcissist. A psycopath. Or any other word your vocabulary permits. I don’t care.
Be Yourself?
They told me to
Be myself and show
The world the real
Side of me
They told me I
Need not be afraid
Of owning who I
Am and what I feel
They told me to
Not succumb to
Societal pressures
Then why is everyone avoiding me now when I am being my arrogant, snobbish, mean and smelly self?
Love: First Edition
As long as our
Love is etched
On these pages
How can it
Ever come to an end?
These pages contains
Every little detail
About you and me and us
About our relationship
About our secrets
About every tiny little detail
Soon to be compiled and published
not-poetry #16
In English we say:
I miss you from the bottom of my heart.
In insta-poetry we say:
I miss you
From the
Bottom of
My heart
Late-Night Thoughts #82
My heart woke me up
In the dead of the night
Crying for help
As I was about to ask
What I can do to make
Things better for him, the
brain intervened and said, “Switch off the damned phone and go — the hell — to sleep.”
Is Love Blind?
When people say that
Love is blind
I find the statement errant
You can see that it is
Simply not true
On further assessment
Blind is actually a person with severe visual impairment
Real Art
In a room full of art
In a museum full of artefacts
I’d have my eyes on you
And only you
Because you’d be either walking around with your fingers in your nose or stumbling over and breaking something priceless or both
Frank Solanki 