Off You Go

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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.

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Wings of Hope

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I reminisce the good times
When we used to try
Could barely walk straight
But wanted to fly

In capes and funky masks
Jumping with all our might
Dressed as superheroes
Without a care in sight

Not worrying about money
Or having fancy cars
Always aiming for the sky
Always reaching for the stars

We were young and fun
Essentially a free soul
But time took it’s toll
And well, we grew old

Now day in, day out
We just worry about cash
Where to get it from
And where to put the stash

Which car to buy next
What new horse to breed
It’s all about jewels
We’re blinded by greed

What used to matter most
Now just makes no sense
We run through our lives
All edgy and tense

We’ve shed our wings of hope
I honestly don’t know why
We do manage to walk
But have forgotten to fly

– Yousuf Bawany, August 2010

Note: I was going through a blog today that reminded me of this poem I wrote a while back; still rings true. Thought I’d share with you all. 

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.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spare

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Spare a thought to the infinite space around us and the rarity of our existence. There is no known extraterrestrial life, intelligent or otherwise; we are but a speck of dust in this ever-expanding cosmos. Never will this thought hit you harder than when you’re flying thousands of feet above sea-level. Perspective changes everything; it humbles you like nothing else can.

These photos were taken while flying over Pakistan, Iran, UAE, Birmingham, and other places I can’t even remember. Enjoy!

In responce to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.

Emotions: Unshackled

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Insane and neurotic
All out of my mind
Eyes brimming with teardrops
Blurred vision, I’m blind

My self is all but lost
Humanity’s gone
Life isn’t worth living
It’s time to move on

But where would I go to
Who’ll keep me around?
Why would someone pick me
Withered and run-down?

No feels, no emotions
Drifting with the flow
No set destination
There’s nowhere to go

The scars run too deep and
The stain is too fresh
Entangled, strangled
In this pensive mesh

Everything is laced with
A trace of self-doubt
Is this what I’m worth now?
Is there no way out?

You plucked all my feathers
Couldn’t fly away
Cleverly made sure that
By your side I’ll stay

I keep hearing voices
They’re all just the same
Coaxing me, cajoling
To call out your name

The hurt that you’ve caused is
Just too much to bear
Should I crawl right back or
Should I cease to care?

You crushed me, you used me
Till I came undone
These tears I shall wipe and
Grief I’ll overcome

Barrenness within I’ll
Fill with a new love
You’re not worth my pity
Tears you don’t deserve

With brand new resolve I
Get up from the floor
There’s worlds worth exploring
Beyond your closed door

The sun’s shining brightly
The sky’s filled with light
Breathing in some fresh hope
I take one more flight

– Yousuf Bawany, May 2016

Metamorphosis

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Crawling you may be right now
But hold your head up high
It’s really caterpillars that
Turn into butterflies

– Yousuf Bawany

Dude Looks Like A Lady!

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Of all the things in the world, I would never ever in a million years want to be a male LADY-bug. Think of all the cruel jokes the other insect species would make; it just gets my head spinning. Having said that, I’ve always wanted to see these beautiful creatures up-close and luckily while visiting the Kenilworth Castle last year, I stumbled upon a few of these hiding inside the pavement cracks. Their vibrant polka-dotted exteriors give them a very happy-go-lucky feel, but on closer inspection, I saw something that actually made me sad. This particular bug, shown in the picture above, has a dent in its (gender unknown) left wing; I don’t know what might have caused it, but I really felt for the little guy/gal. It kind of made me reflect how fragile we all are, and that no matter how happy we may seem on the outside, all of us harbor some sadness within.

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A short while later, I saw another bug approaching the dented one and both of them receded further into the crevice, crawling at their respective paces, together. It was refreshing to see how the dent on one’s wing did not seem to have an impact on their mutual relationship. We all have our flaws (visible or not), some major, some minor, but in order to truly accept each other, we need to look past them and love each other unconditionally; funny how a couple of bugs can inspire you to understand the nature of things in general.

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