tittering of butterflies, at the core – nostalgic strummings from a millennia before, us that is – you and i, trudging down this solitary circle of weaving paths, embroidered onto this fabric – living, life, all of it – forming a rainbow tapestry of emotions felt, when in fact, from way back behind the cricket nets, you knew, and i knew too, the mirror-image of this enveloping sentiment had to be unimaginably harsh, so we lied to each other, amidst constant inner strife, we lied about the truths, play acting rehashed lies to be true, suiting us both, unimaginably so, pandering to me, and yes, tormenting you too … … …
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Afzal Moolla
The Manic Scribbler
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- a ha-ha-hee-hee scribble …
- A dream as a new dawn yawns …
- “Why him?”, they ask her …
- the passion of my pen: you
- the stream of life …
- Your Love …
- meagre rhymes of love …
- The Journey …
- Hope endures …
- “Let Equality Bloom” by Brooke Fischer
- am i human ?
- The Foreword to my book by the National Poet Laureate of South Africa, Comrade and respected elder freedom fighter, Professor Mongane “Wally” Serote.
- My Book “Struggle, Exile, & Love” distributed to community schools in South Africa.
- my apologies for being out of touch for so long 🙏🏽✌🏾
- “Struggle, Exile, & Love” – The Video of the Online Launch of my book.
- Heritage Day: South Africa 24th September 2021
- How I REALLY feel at times.
- It is not Kung-Flu. It is Covid-19.
- Delhi. A Funeral Pyre.
- life now …
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how sad it is that we do lie …. causing so much pain why can the truth be even more hurtful? I doubt this.
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