Books vs eBooks: A Literary Debate


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 ~



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



The Coffee Debate: Hot versus Cold


Walk barefoot in deserts
Fight sharks in the sea
What I wouldn’t do for
Freshly brewed coffee

One step in the cafe
My senses go wild
It’s my candy shop and
I feel like a child

Barista smiles and says
“Welcome to our hold
Would you like a hot one
Or just something cold?”

“A Latte to-go please
Make sure that it’s strong
I’m driving cross-country
The road there is long

“A cold cup of java
Can’t cut it for me
If I have to stay up
Then hot it should be

“The weather is freezing
With chance of more rain
The warmth of this cup will
Make me whole again

“Ice cubes are a no-no
Whipped cream’s not my thing
The heat gives me pleasure
My soul starts to sing

“I’ll be off the grid for
A few days at most
Gazing the star-lit skies
Just right off the coast

“So while you are at it
Some beans would be great
With coffee by my side
Won’t care what I ate

“I know once I’m out there
I’ll start missing you
A hot cup will drive out
All my feelings blue”

With this the Latte’s done
Spruced with a cream heart
Silky smooth perfection
A true work of art

“Thank you for choosing us
May luck be with thee
When you come back, dear sir
Your coffee’s on me!”

“The pleasure was all mine
Cheers to your kind thought
With more of my ramblings
I will bore you not

“As days pass us by and
The sun beats us down
Won’t mind an Iced tea to
Pick me from the ground!”

  • – Yousuf Bawany, April 2017

Up, Up and Away


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

The Story Of Us


And chastised

Breathing air
Filled with lies
Vengeful words
In disguise

Broken hearts
Miles apart

All your smiles
Laced with spite
Covert looks
Pure-bred blight

Ticking clocks
Out of sync
Broken pens
Lacking ink

Jarring sounds
Hunting me
Packs of hounds

When will you
Break these walls
Answer me
Not their calls

Time to stop
Take a look
Is this one
For the books

Read between
Wordless lines
Shed the dark
Let it shine

Fools we are
Chasing ghosts
Leaving what
Matters most


– Yousuf Bawany, February 2017

Off You Go


I gave you wings
So you could fly

Let go of doubt
Just don’t be shy

Shake off your fears
Give them a try

At first you’ll fall
May even cry

But I’ll be there
To wipe your eye

In but a blink
Your tears shall dry

’cause night will pass
The light is nigh

With dreams in tow
You shall go high

The winds of time
Will pass you by

And lift you up
Beyond the sky

– Yousuf Bawany, September 2016

Note: One moment you’re carrying them in your arms, and the next, you’re dropping them off to school on their first day. Children grow up so fast and as much as you want to hold on to them, there’s nothing you can do to stop them from their destiny. This poem is a gift to my children Fatima and Muhammad; they are the light of my life, the twinkle in my eye, and the beat of my heart. To them, I say:

There’s nothing you cannot do or accomplish if you set your mind to it. If you ever need me, you just need to to call; I’ll be there to break your fall and support you in getting your bearing straight. All the best, my little birdies; fly high and let nothing drag you down. The world is your nest now.