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The Sigh.


without searching,

we stumble upon the lyrics of an obscure song,

or a well worded sentence from the odd novel,

that describes us so perfectly that in them,

we feel a sense of ease and home belonging with or without life’s complexities.


Photography by Nadia Assad

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There are days,

 I am one with my thoughts, 

and distantly away from the chatter.
Detached from the moment,

present in my absence
On such days,

I find my own mind so absorbing that I repel all outside distractions.
Surf days, silver not dark.



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Just Human.

The problem with most people, they never separate the artist’s persona from his work to realise than an artist might be radically different in real life than what he potrays in his art form( music, movie, poems, books, paintings etc). 

Maybe that’s one reason why some people get disillusioned when they meet artists they admired if they turn out to be not what they had imagined. The truth is, even though art might be an extension of the artist’s mind, it does not always represent his mind set or mind state, it’s just a projection and potrayal of life that others can relate with. 

This is not saying it isn’t personal or relatable with the artist too at times, it’s just that some people set too much store on the fact that an artist has to be a role model or nice, he/she really doesn’t have to necessarily be that unless they want to be. They are individuals and human, and like all humans some are nice, some sensitive , some straight up assholes.

So love the art, maybe the artist, just don’t bank on the fact that such an individual may be the hallmark of perfection and understanding with all the answers to your questions. No , not all artist’s are philosophers or will delve into issues of the human condition conversations with you. Sometimes, it’s not lack of not knowing, lol hell no, it’s just that they might be as stumped with life as you are, if anything ,art is a balance of the good and bad of life, its complexities and simplicities.

These expectations of artists and stars , it’s you that set them by idolising them, they didn’t. 

Don’t judge them too harshly when those preconceived ideas of them you spawn in your mind crumble if the artist stumbles or falls.
By extension, it’s not only for artists , do the same for the people around you.



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We are all envious of someone but no one ever admits it.

We all love someone or something but no one ever denies that.

We just pick which masks to wear everyday at dawn,

when and who to switch the emotions for,

faking smiles that never touch the eyes

reserved only for the big ones, bosses and betters,

such sad eyes with loud laughters.

You see, our emotions are cooked up and dished onto chinas of moods 

flavoured with passions watered down in a porridge of affections without substance.

All it leaves is a bitter taste in tongues we’ve learnt over time to make honey flavoured for self interest.

Yesterday , 

I saw 10 posts on facebook with conflicting messages, I reacted with a heart to all of them.

I’m so nice, I try to not to be in the bad books of anyone, 

yet their pages are torn in the keypad of my private library.

You see ,

what we specialise in is controlled demolitions of our opinions

and letting social media rebuild it for us.

Ah, such a shiny large train of support of yes men and women,

let me hop on the wagon , 

and scuttle like a beetle on a band heading from Liverpool to sink.

A Titan, I live on mercy’s side leaving the Merseyside

Let us all head in One Direction.

On the morrow, we’ll go our separate ways.

BFF’s during the ride,

let us stage smiles and take instant selfies for the gram ,

don’t worry by next week we might be enemies and slang dirt at each other.

Meanwhile , photos day on fleek and we day enjoy foop.

Who cares? 

It’s your opinion.

I got mine.

Facts don’t matter,

throw it all in a bag 

then bury it deep on the surface as you would make a simple statement seem like an enlightened thesis.

We are all deep, aren’t we?

Light one up ,

Pour one down,


Live it up.

Let’s go kill time and morals.

Don’t judge me,

I won’t judge you.

I’m a real guy, I got five chicks, they all love me everynight.

You are a bad bitch , go do your thing,

I bet daddy bae won’t hold his cheddar from you tonight 

We are sinners

We are believers

We are liars

We are truthsayers

We are hypocrites with flawed personas.

We have clean hearts with no hatred.

We never are conflicted when faced with choices

We backbite friends and consort with enemies

We screenshot to stir up shit and make stories.

We care but we don’t give a capital F.

How glorious we are.

We have existed.

We have lived.

We got it all.

This is the truth.

These are lies.

Creating to self destruct in our beautiful ugliness after riding the peaceful storm of tears we shed

and pretending we turn up with joys celebrating life .

What about the void?

The hollow?

The keeping up appearances when you are exhausted from within.

No, that’s a myth ,we enjoy, 

we enjoy it, all eyes are on us.

So tune up that colgate toothpaste white Ra smile after every ache, 

mirth and pain,

chased with shots of LOL’s and SMH’s trailed by emoji’s


Welcome to our Panopticon.


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Manipulation or Kindness

There are some things that just have to be dished out from the mind, words mostly give wings to thoughts after a period of introspection . Maybe, as humans the conclusions we form from our thoughts and experiences determines the person we are or become. 

It’s like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces scattered and some in place , yet with each attempt at forming the complete image we either get closer to getting it right by placing the right piece in the correct part, or we use the wrong piece which steers us in the wrong direction.

This not a piece on jigsaws (lol) but the analogy between it and life is not lost to many. The human condition has always being centered on the prevaling theme to try and make a sense of things, primarily the existential questions about the purpose of life, thus the many belief systems and diverse philosophies .

From the past decades to now, there has been a heightened acceleration in modern culture to push to individuals the idea of manipulative self centeredness as paramount, whilst eroding the need to do genuine act of kindness; from music, movies, literary works to political and social circles. These messages somehow place more emphasis that the keys to success for a better status in society is based on the individual’s chameleon ‘Fouche~like’ attitude to switch loyalties based on what is beneficial to him/her without a moral compass . In essence it’s a ‘Me Only ‘ world. 

The world has never been for the meek, yet there has always been a sense of duty of giving a helping hand to others in need , even in dark places. These days, however, it’s an age of the top dog. The need to scheme in every situation, to unhealthily compete in trivial matters or to be a ‘savage’ at the expense of others is all borne out of the need to dominate. 

It’s a world of half truths , selective kindness and lies. Family dynamics is no better than workplace politics that pits people against each other and condones betrayals whilst it laughs at loyalty as an antiquated relic.

It’s no wonder everyone wants to be a ‘savage’ these days.

 The insecurity of lack of trust in romantic relationships stems from the fact that couples nowadays all have motives and keep their proverbial cards close to their chest.  

It’s like the lyrics from a Chris Brown song;

“Seems like ain’t nothing cool about being real, no one’s honest about what they feel”

It seems modern culture has deemed being good as unfashionable, as such even its potrayal in contemporary art is one tied to docile weakness,  yet we see a growing trend in the ‘humanising’ of historical/fictional villains in films, tv series and movies with a romanticising factor of making them look shrewd and smart. Glorifying their charm whilst painting their vile acts with epic spins.

Most entrepreneur and motivational books sell the idea of a thirst to dominate bordering on almost a narcissistic view to crush and manipulate to get to the top.

Mainstream music is no better, uplifting and conscious soundtracks do poorly compared to songs which extol the predator rise to the top and hedonist concepts. The cheating , ‘sideguy or sidechick’, and the savage unemotional personas all plays a role in a cycle of art imitating life and life imitating art.

The global political climate lately reeks of intolerance, from bigotry to refugee crisis, terrorism and the rise of demagogs who roll out divisive messages . 

The internet especially social media for all its positives sadly gave birth to cyber bullying and trolling which has been a hot bed of controversies and pervasive behaviour which along with con hacking fraudsters has sadly led to unfortunate cases, but like every tool it can be used for good purposes or manipulated to negative uses.

There’s just one Earth. 

Mars is yet to house a plant.

Manipulation comes from the need to need to control, not from the same source to excel. There’s nothing wrong with having an ambition to succeed, on the contrary it’s an admirable trait but there is something fundamentally wrong with doing so at the expense of using manipulative means to achieving it by crushing the dreams of others. Isn’t it? 

Yet, complacency and a tendency to be too kind to a fault is a flaw, there is a place and time to know when and how to act for your own good and interest. He who aims to please everyone will always fail, the fact is, an excess of free handouts is not the mark of goodwill but an insecure need to get validation. 

In a world that’s already unbalanced, little acts of kindness is all that gets us by. It’s less idealism and more a search within. 

Most, if not all of us in one way or another is guilty of falling victim to the sometimes negative influences of society , no one is impervious to it. At the same time we all can in one way or another erode the rash impulse to conform to norms that we know deep within leads us to losing our humanity. 

Not only for us but also for the generations yet to come.

Be kind , but be aware.



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The curse of knowing outweighs the bliss of ignorance,

this deep vault of mine overfills with confidante memories hoping for an Obliviate spell that never seem to come.

Summoning the will to wear that smile is a miracle that I’ve come to see as ordinary

Loki got nothing on me with his mask,

I got them galore like these emojis.
On some days, I stare at my reflection seeing a stranger gazing back.

Broadway needs me

Hamilton could do with a new cast member, I come highly recommended by Pence.

These days I am increasingly fueled by a raging desire to overprice depressed thoughts

Or get lost in the flow of books in the jungle of Amazon.

Nothing is real, ebooks leave me thirsty

I miss the smell of pages

their wrinkled edges and the torn covers that tells me it’s earlier readers validate it’s dopeness

I miss them all.

Even my Red Devil’s trident is broken,

so when I finally drown to the depths of my reverie, I may ask Poseidon for another

and stab Mourinho with it
Or I may not..

Until that next bourbon shot …

I’ll leisurely swim in these rambling and crazed thoughts of mine.