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Shubham Solanki Dec 2018
I sit by the window
Staring out with hope
Gloomy face eyes low
Captive in this castle
A solitary dreamer
Waiting for the one
Riding with her sword
My dauntless damsel
To rescue me away
far-far away from
this deranged world

I wonder though
What amuses you more
Am I less of a man
Or do you doubt
A woman's valour
Capable of Creating
Life in her womb
Open your petty mind
Break thy stereotypes
Crush the misogyny
Prove to the feminine soul
Chivalry isn't dead anymore
Shubham Solanki Jun 2018
Once upon a time
        In a land not so far away
        Wait, Sorry that was right here
        Last summer this very day
        I bought three bunnies
        black white and grey.

        before bringing them in
        I worked all things out
        built three wooden warrens
        poured milk in separate bowls
        As I put them down
        like a precious prize
        what they did then and there
        took me by surprise.

        All three baby rabbits
        latched onto the same cup
        like allies in a fight pit
        they went slurp slurp slurp
        But I tried to let that slide
        maybe they were hungry and dazed
        Later that night I put them to bed
        in their wooden boxes side by side

        Waking up the next day
        what I saw blew me away
        cuddling together in one box
        there they were cozy and ***
        Do they fail to see
        the difference in their color
        like we the "righteous" humans do!
        Don't they feel superior to one another
        like we with our clever conscience do!

        Are we the savages or are they?
        Is humanity just a cliche?
        From cavemen to civil beings
        are we too evolved to see
        Death doesn't discriminate
        So why should we?
We all were created equals and as equals, we shall live
Shubham Solanki Jun 2018
I sat there shaking
      silenced by the noise
      your lips were making
      all the while contemplating
      why do I bear with you
      when all you do is
      rip me through
      ***** about failures
      when you couldn't prove
      that you ever loved me
      and my body's not a tool
      for your pleasure plunging
      a bag you can go punching

      Your actions didn't speak at all
      perhaps overwhelmed and appalled
      by your words too tall
      to cover up the shortcomings
      of your shallow commitments
      finally taking a toll
      and now that you see my heart sore
      yet your eyes don't realize
      'Twas my soul you had to adore.
Shubham Solanki Jun 2018
I see the fountains
brown blue and gold
architect's heart and soul
a sight to adore
for eyes too sore
from day's turbulence
an' crushed conscience
searching for an exit door.

one moment of magic
is all that it takes
when the water jets out
with all its mickle might
an' signs of subtle finesse
above the surfaced stress
into that carefree sky
and suddenly you sigh
as if you soared with it.
Small things in front of us can help release our stress, worries at least for a moment or two we just need to look for the beauty it beholds.
Shubham Solanki Jun 2018
The art within you
can't be subdued
lest wrecking thy soul
so i say own not atone
an' once you know
the salient source
channel it right
inspire sullen minds
for 'tis meant to share
with some love to spare
Know what inspires you and share it with the people you love.
Shubham Solanki May 2018
Running after you love
Is like chasing the sun
Always in my sight but
never getting any closer
Yet you light my life
with the shine of your eyes
and all I want is to touch
knowing I would burn

Now I am getting familiar
With the starry night
Intertwining with all
the darkness inside
Catching fireflies in the sky
Hoping they could fill that void

Mazed moths flying into fire
Sudden urge of life to expire
Makes sense to me now
If I be the flying bug
and you my demise somehow
then i will have my grave dug
surging willingly to you
longing for one last hug.
Shubham Solanki May 2018
What is Beauty?
The origin of Art they say
Word to the wise
that's bit of a cliche
May I ask you again
Oh cynical human
Is it beauty you see
with these lustful eyes
Or is that greed
cloaked as desire
lurking in disguise
Let me just say outright
Love makes you see
what's really beautiful
Hiding in plain sight.
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