Revitalize your senses

Complacency is overrated! You need to stretch yourself & get out of your comfort zone to unleash your creative potential.

Here’s a peek at my first ever videography project submitted as part of a competition arranged by IBIS hotels and Nikon MEA. Appreciate if you can like and share the video at this Facebook link and/or this instagram link. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Cheers!

Shot on a NIKON Z6. #ZDifferently

Obsessive Confessions

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Since the sun makes its impression
Till the starry sky’s succession
You’re my number one obsession
There you have it, my confession

When you are the point in question
I lose all sense of direction
You’re my deed and my intention
Hope you’ll pardon my regression

Learn to cut out all detraction
Try and read through this redaction
Oh, the core of my affection
You’re my only plan of action

All the world is a distraction
It’s at odds with our attraction
You’re my freedom of expression
Rest is naught but an abstraction

Bound by fate, we are a faction
We won’t ever be a fraction
No addition or subtraction
What we have is pure perfection

– Yousuf Bawany, November 2018

* Photo by Stokpic on Pexels.com

A Gastronomic Voyage at Roda Al Bustan

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MUST. BE. ME.

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Unknown, I to thee
Unheard, every plea
Two ends of the sea
Too weak in the knee
What’s me if not me?
What else should I be?
I’m done being ‘we’
The past, I must flee
A tear laced with glee
My soul shall stay free

~ Yousuf Bawany, April ’18

Note: Life’s too precious to waste on individuals who drag you down and treat you as if you’re worth nothing. Now is the time to break free from their shackles, spread your wings, and embrace life in all its glory.

Books vs eBooks: A Literary Debate

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Lined up in rows upon the shelf
With tales as old as time itself
Of battles lost and monsters slain
And wizards fighting with an elf

That heady scent of volumes bound
Lingers within the air around
Augments my soul with every breath
Such sense of calm is rarely found

Eager to tour the worlds within
A sea of words to dive right in
With fingers running down her spine
I take one with a childish grin

Our first contact shakes up the air
I’m sure you sense the love we share
Our chemistry is physical
Something no other can compare

All this smart tech is really cool
Exciting us, it makes us drool
But when it comes to books, my friend
My preference is a bit old-school

The peace of paper I enjoy
As I read through the villain’s ploy
These taps and swipes feel virtual
These shiny toys are slyly cloy

Owning the latest is a dream
Distractions are a constant theme
Connections disconnecting us
A side-effect, unwitting scheme

My every wish, these books do serve
My full attention they deserve
Respect the author’s diligence
Nothing should let my focus swerve

A friend in need, a book stays true
No batteries to die on you
It’s always there within your reach
To partner with your favourite brew

~ Yousuf Bawany – March 2018 ~

 

The upside down frown

Oh! Go on now, give us that smile
I know for you it’s been a while
And contrary to what you think
It is still very much in style

Those clouds of sorrow overhead
And all the tears you’ve held & shed
I’m with you now right by your side
Stop acting like the living dead

Let the sun shine upon your soul
Let it heal you and make you whole
Let yellow rays engulf your blues
Just cross the bridge & pay your toll

This road were on, has ups and downs
Some chasing dreams, some after crowns
When all is done, it’s up to you
Respond with grins or ugly frowns

Your life’s laid out ahead of you
This is what you were meant to do
The past belongs in memories
Live in the now, enjoy the view

~ Yousuf Bawany – March 2018 ~

Unpredictable

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Kissed by a bee
Stung by a rose
Couplets and rhymes
All lost in prose

Cold red embers
Hot burning ice
All auctioned off
At lowest price

The pain within
In smiles, we hide
Wounds all healed up
Yet open wide

Moon lights the days
Nights see the sun
Wars fought in rooms
Peace held with guns

Castles for those
Fallen from grace
And for the good
Slums of disgrace

Deep seas run dry
Jungles lay bare
She’s burning up
And no one cares

Eyes open wide
No sign of light
Darkness engulfs
All that is bright

Blind men can see
The deaf can hear
The sensible
Don’t shed a tear

What’s up one day
The next it’s down
This world of ours
Is run by clowns

– Yousuf Bawany, July 2017