Open Roads


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




Dark ominous clouds
Are all I see
As I longingly stare
Out of my office window
Stuck in a 9-to-5
With no escape
The inevitable rain
Cajoling me
The surreptitious scent
Of sand rising from
Its union with purity
Filling me
Transcending my being
The dry autumn leaves
Drifting with the flow
To destinations unknown
Mocking me
‘Let us escape,
To a simpler past,
When choices came easy,
Happiness was aplenty,
And dreams came true’,
Is all I hear
In the pitter-patter of
Bold rain-drops
Forcing me
To think of
An exit strategy
To abashedly bathe
In the slanting downpour
Wash away the grime
From my tainted soul
Make me happy
One last time
‘No’, I say,
‘I will wait for thee.
Delayed gratification
Is what I believe in’,
My spirit takes flight
But alas!
All my zeal
Goes up in smoke
As I step out of
My chosen prison
Only to see
The last few drops
Falling from the heavens
Crying for my loss
Like the tears
Streaming from eyes
About to let go
Even the rainbow
Seems like a sad face
Mourning for me
I look up at the sky
A plea on my lips
But all goes quiet
The silence

– Yousuf Bawany, March 2016

Life Without You


Dunes all around me
No water supply
Thorns pricking my throat
Lips all parched and dry

Where do I find you
Been searching like mad
Mirages in sight
False hope makes me sad

Oasis in front
And no sign of you
Water’s a plenty
Nothing I can do

This thirst that I have
Will quench only when
I drink from you eyes
The sweetness within

Please come back to me
I’m going insane
Vultures closing in
Feasting on my pain

Hope makes an escape
Love’s losing its thrill
Que sera, sera
I’m just lying still

Missing you is now
My true destiny
The days scorching hot
Nights won’t let me be

If that’s what life’s like
After your goodbye
I’d rather let this
Desert suck me dry

– Yousuf Bawany, July 2015