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

Weekly Photo Challenge: Resilient

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Age isn’t just a number; it’s a reflection of the hardships we’ve faced, the laughs we’ve shared, the times we’ve fallen, the tears we’ve shed. In essence, it is a true measure of one’s resilience.

 

Life is an obstacle course, a test of endurance, if you may; it has its highs and lows, twists and turns. Each day brings with it new battles to fight and new reasons to celebrate, a roller coaster of surprises both good and bad; every passing year makes you more resilient.

 

This photo is an homage to life in all its glory.

Open Roads

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Losses and gain
All part of the game
Pleasure, pain
It’s all the same
Life’s worth living
Whatever your name
Happiness, sorrow
You’re to blame
Smile, move on
Let go of the shame
Copters, Ferraris
Shouldn’t be your aim
Follow your dreams
But not the fame
Discover the world
All wild and tame
This open highway
Is yours to claim

– Yousuf Bawany, June 2016

Adventures of The Wishing Chair

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I wish I had a wishing chair
That flew me right up in the air
I’d let it take me anywhere
Leave in plain sight, let people stare
Shrug off the aura of despair
Cast off my woes, for all I care

Caressing winds through silken hair
Look down upon the village square
A shining eye, a sun-lit flare
Feeling the clouds with hands all bare
Birds flirting by, fresh love affair
Just breathing in the care-free air

The past be a forgone nightmare
Explore new worlds, senses aware
Without having a day to spare
Won’t let anyone taint my flair
I’d go just about everywhere
Oh how I’d love a wishing chair!

– Yousuf Bawany, May 2016

Note: Enid Blyton was one of the first authors I fell in love with, and am still to this day. This poem is an homage to this great lady who has given us all such wonderful childhood memories filled with morals and ethics stitched within the fabric of fantasy and joy.