This is the end

Neither subtle nor vague
Fanning out like a plague
An unflinching outbreak
Wrecking all in its wake

There is nowhere to hide
There is no alternate
All I can do is wait
Till you come seal my fate

Time just loses its worth
Limb to toe, I but ache
Life seems fleeting at best
War is lost, I forsake

As I breathe in your scent
Let you contaminate
Feel you course through my veins
Break my core, make me shake

Inhibitions all shed
In the throes of a quake
Basic instincts ruling
Let chaos overtake

I forget who I am
In your cold harsh embrace
And I finally give in
To the thrill of the chase

– Yousuf Bawany

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

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A Gastronomic Voyage at Roda Al Bustan

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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

 

 

Up, Up and Away

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If I could ever learn to fly
I’d fly so high, I’d touch the sky
With rolling hills and meadows lush
Things tall and small just passing by

As tears of joy stream through my eye
And clouds of gloom amass, oh my!
I’d force myself to face the wind
Above the storm, I would soar high

The turbulence I’d take in stride
Won’t let the lightning strike my pride
I’d flap my wings so hard it hurts
Keep moving on, nothing to hide

No one would stop me, rain or shine
I’d own the sky and make it mine
And leave all my troubles behind
While guided by the light divine

The pull of gravity I’d fight
Break free from its oppressive might
Mind over matter, will so strong
Won’t let it stop my maiden flight

– Yousuf Bawany, March 2017