sometimes it does not matter how time passes, but that it passes. when in the pit, the great chasm, the yawning crevasse of day to day life, time may seem like an aeon, yet we bemoan the squandering of time, we lament its passing each year like a doomsday clock, counting down, chipping away at our apparent insignificance, chewing at wounds inflicted, lost in murky shallows of yesteryear, seeking another year, another day, another chance … … …
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Afzal Moolla
The Manic Scribbler
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- 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 …
- Victor Jara 1932 – 1973.
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and we never just seize the day ! life with in the moment ! …
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