Ours was a winter love
Brutal, cold and harsh
A few month into it and
We found it to be a farce
When those winter winds blew
Brutal, harsh and cold
I realised the love had gotten
A month or two too old
Tag: Writing
She Left Me
She left me
Amongst the stones
With these stones
I made my home
Wrong Wrong Wrong
I thought that it’d be easy
I thought that it’d be nice
Whenever I looked into your
Smoky little eyes
Whenever I watched a movie
I always thought of you
All the songs I wrote
Were always about you
Dark clouds then they gathered
Heavily poured down
Washed away everything
That you seemed to put on
It was then that I found
That I was wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
I was wrong
I thought that it’d be fun
That’s always how it goes
Whenever you talked to me
With lips so red like rose
Everywhere I looked
I only saw your face
It stirred my heart and arms
To long for your embrace
Suddenly it grew dark
Clouds came pouring down
Washed away everything
That you always had put on
It was then I realised
That I was wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
I was wrong
How was I to see
What lay beneath the skin
When so many layers
Were covering your grin?
I owe it to the clouds
That poured all over town
With that my illusions
Were so quickly gone
When they washed away the stuff
That your face always had on
Now clearly I can see
What’s right and what is wrong
Yes now clearly I can see
That I was always wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
I was wrong
Ask For Love
If we ask for love
Oh I can give love
You can give love too
But not to each other
If we want love
Oh I can have love
You can have love too
But not from each other
If we need love
Oh I can get love
You can get love too
But not for each other
Three Poems
Three poems I wrote for you
One when the sun awoke
Another when the day broke
Third when the night spoke
Three poems I wrote for you
One with my fingers
Another with my heart
Third with my soul
Three poems I wrote for you
One for you to read
Another for you to love
Third for you to remember
Three poems I wrote for you
One full of love
Another full of comfort
Third full of sorrow
Three poems I wrote for you
One for the beginning
Another for the happy days
Third for the end
Three poems I wrote for you
That’s all you were worth
Just in case you were wondering
This is the third
A Safekeeper Of Hearts
Your heart’s been broken
The scars do show
Who will you speak to?
Where will you go?
I’ve opened up a bank
It’s made just for you
Keep your heart safe in there
Only pay me my due
It will be completely safe
Here you need not fret
I’ll return it when you want
No fixed tenure is set
Even if it is broken
Give me all the parts
I’ll restore it for a fee
I’m a safekeeper of hearts
A Little Boy And A Little Girl
A little boy and a little girl
Ventured out to explore the world
They tapped their feet and danced with joy
The little girl and the little boy
The morning sun brightly shone
As they crept out of their home
What a pleasant day it was going to be
For the little girl and boy to see
They went first swimming in the sea
In the warm blue water carefully
They splashed splattered and had some fun
The boy and girl under the sun
Then they went to a giant zoo
All because the boy wanted to
Though the girl had some other plan
She fulfilled the wish of the little man
It was the afternoon of two
When they finally reached the zoo
There they saw all animals queer
A pink baboon and a golden deer
Then they stopped by some place to eat
The little girl wanted something sweet
This time it was the little boy’s turn
To partake in what the girl had chosen
Post the feast they climbed up a hill
And felt the breezy evening chill
The setting sun gave them a sign
To return home it was about time
Though they lingered around a little more
Eventually they had to reach their door
But not before bidding a sad farewell
To each other and a day spent well
This world has seen countless days
Many people and their varied ways
Yet there passed a day in this world
Forever etched in a boy and a girl
Corpse Of Our Love
Seeing the two of us laugh
In the photograph hanging above
Sighing that it’s nothing more
Than a corpse of our love
If Sorrow Doesn’t Leave Me
If Sorrow doesn’t leave me
And my heart — woefully bereft
At least I’d have some company
Since you have already left
Happiness, Wake Up
Happiness, wake up
I need you to be with me
This night is too quiet and eerie
Just sit and talk with me
Happiness, wake up
Without you all is wrong
You’ve been sleeping for too long
Awake and sing a song
Happiness, wake up
A little time with me you spend
I only have Sorrow as a friend
And I’m tired to the end
Happiness, wake up
I’m about to make a choice
My head makes a lot of noise
I’m about to shut its voice
Happiness, wake up
Am I doing what is right?
Should I sink in the dark of night?
Or will you wake up with the morning light?
Frank Solanki 