A note to the unrequited

I’m back. And the first order of business as I return to the blog-o-sphere, I want to show you what I have been working on. Its another project I have been planning and working on for months. May put it as my work in progress. I call this piece,


A note to the unrequited:

Rather remain silent than truthful. Rather keep up appearances than disrupt the flow. Rather remain friends, than attempt the unthinkable.

I love you. But I don’t want to.

A word to the unrequited: Silence is golden. Trust me…


This is the beginning of a prose piece that I have yet to summarize. In the point of view of an unrequited, the world seems unforgiving. To watch someone you love in the arms of another. I wanted to follow that train of thought. In my novel, I have a character that falls into that category. In my opinion, to be in love with someone who doesn’t know or doesn’t love you back, is the most heart-breaking emotion someone feels. But I also believe those people are the strongest. To be in love but never say it out loud. Its a tragedy that anyone can face. I just wanted to show you a piece of what I am currently working on.

I have just finished my college semester. Ill be doing my thesis during the summer, but for now, Ill be blogging more. I’m looking forward to start regular posting again. Its good to be back. Hope you enjoyed this post. Ill see you in the next post







Pen to Paper

In recent years, it seems a common thread has disappeared, the use of a pen to paper. As a writer, I used the traditional way of creating my stories, with a notebook and pen. It was the conventional way to write novels and poems. However, I have seen more and more times where writers have exchanged the use of a pen for typing on a laptop. Whatever works for you when it comes to writing your work, go for it. But I do feel like we have lost touch with the traditional ways of writing with the new use of technology. Recently, I went to a March event with Stanzas. Stanzas is the writing group I go to every month where you share your works with many people (more info about Stanzas in my previous posts). Anyway, I went to a Stanzas event, and I remember someone going up to the mic and saying they had written down their poem instead of on their phone. It has become a standard thing in Stanzas with people having their stories/poetry written on their phones, and they speak through the microphones with their eyes glued to their phones. Even one of the head of Stanzas mentioned this at one of the events. It was nice to see someone read from paper instead of reading off a tablet or phone. It is the same with reading. More and more people read books on Kindle or online, instead of just holding a book in their hands.

Don’t get me wrong; I like the use of technology. I even use it to transfer my stories from paper onto a different medium. I plan to write a story on the perspective of social media or the use of it on paper. I love the use of technology in other mediums, especially in different mediums of storytelling. I love elements of texting and social media in films such as Personal Shopper:


Or Unfriended:

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and many more. Technology is a part of our psyche as a community. We use it to communicate our thoughts and emotions and to connect with others. It is a valuable tool for the new wave of storytellers. That is a very interesting evolution foir writers and civilization in general. However, I will always prefer my pen to scribble my ideas on paper before I use my computer or phone. What do you guys think? Are you an old-fashioned writer like me or do you write all your stories on your technological devices?

I’m Back

To all my blog readers, I am back. Sorry I have been gone for a while. Why, may you ask? Partly because I am terrible at keeping a blog schedule and mostly because I have been writing my FYP. In your final year in college, you have to write a 9,000 to 13,000 word project on whatever topic you want. Should be fun, right? It was partly but it also involved a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Due to this project, I have not had the time to read and write for pleasure and that has been rough. I am proud of my project but I guess we will see when the results come out (crying on the inside).

However, I am now free. My project has been submitted and I am finally free to read, write and blog. I felt like restarting my blog again because I am about to embark on something that I am really looking forward to: writing my first proper novel. I have written a novel before, not a very good one and I haven’t laid my eyes on it for years. But this current project I am working on is near and dear to my heart. This story I feel will be the story I am most proud of. I think I have found what I want to write about. And since I have finished my FYP, I am planning on starting this journey of writing this novel and I am taking you along with me. Unfortunately, I won’t be sharing any of the story details on my blog, but I will be sharing the story behind the making of this novel. I will let you know the ups and downs while writing this novel, any tips I can give about writing etc. I shall also start up my old series again of favourite authors, among other things. I have a lot to talk about that I haven’t got a chance to. I am glad to be back. I hope you can stick with me throughout this journey and I intend to keep a proper posting schedule this time. Okay, I shall see you in the next post x


Wars seered into the memories,

Of the wounded, the broken and the warrior,

Or someone who possesses all three.

History makes up the past,

Spirits become mended,

And warriors rewarded with peace.

But sometimes, it seeps out

Of the pages of history books

And plague the present.

New enemies who produce the same horrors,

Or old enemies coming back

To break open old wounds,

Resurface memories rather left buried!

Why must history repeat itself?

Why endure the same horrors again,

Just with different players?

Who can be trusted?

Who will fight for the peace that was built?

And who will rather hide until the worst is over?

Time changes the warrior,

But it does not change the fate of war.

Will the warrior come out unscathed this time,

With just old wounds reopened?

Or will new wounds be made,

Lives lost and peace shattered?

Which shall it be?

I guess we will have to wait and see!

Poets in Music #1

Hey guys! I got a new series for you here. I found that music is a huge inspiration for my writing, the beat of music, the voices behind the song but most importantly, the lyrics. It is the lyrics that draw me into a song. They have to mean something to me for me to love it. And truthfully, musician’s songs are just like poetry, except their words must follow some sort of beat. They need a melody. But they are just like any other poet. I may not sing on a stage like them but we both have something in common; creation through words. So I have decided to start this series called “Poets in Music”. In each instalment, I will talk about a musician or musicians, either a solo artist or a band and talk about their beautiful lyrics. I will be mentioning several of my favourite artists, the ones who inspire my writing. However, I would love any other suggestions you guys have. If you can think of any great artists that write their own lyrics that inspire you and you want me to do a post on them, send me a comment. Okay, let’s start.

I am starting with an indie rock band called Bastille. They are a British band that consist of four members; Dan Smith, Chris ‘Woody’ Wood, Kyle Simmons and Will Farquarson. This band has a new and unique sound to it. Each member plays a number of different instruments and each of them has different roles to play for every song. With the use of synethisers in their music, it allows them to stand out. But what attracted me to them were their lyrics. Majority of their songs are written by the lead vocalist, Dan Smith. Their songs such as Bad Blood and Get Home, have a certain realism to them. Dan is talking about moments in his life where he experienced hardship and happiness. He puts that in each of his song lyrics. They make them very relatable and they draw you in, so you can hear more.


Bastille – Bad Blood


Another thing I found interesting thing about Dan’s songs was their tie with mythology and history. In their album, Bad Blood, they have two songs named Pompeii and Icarus. The song Pompeii obviously ties in with the historical event when the volcano, Mount Vesuvius erupted and covered the city of Pompeii under volcanic ash. He does place several images of that historical event in the song with lyrics such as “walls kept tumbling down in the city of love” and “great clouds over the hills bringing darkness from above”. However, the song isn’t really about the eruption. It is just a metaphor for life itself. He ties history in with his own experiences through his music.



Bastille – Pompeii


He even wrote a song that related to the trials and excitement of being a writer in his song, Poet. He discusses how through his writing, these moments, these people and words will live on in the pages he scribes.

Bastille – Poet


Their lyrics are authentic, their sound is authentic. None of it felt over produced. For me, I came for the lyrics. These guys inspired several of my short stories and poems. My sister introduced me to them and we went to several of their concerts. Bastille has some of my favourite song lyrics in some of my favourite songs. This year, they have a new album coming out. I can’t wait to hearing more of their music.

That’s all for this post. I will be posting again very soon. Hope you enjoyed this post and I hope you all having a great day! See you

Misfit Toy

Hey everyone. I know it has been a while. In all honesty, i haven’t been writing a lot lately. That upsets me. I used to write everyday to keep my mind active. Now, it has kind of lessened. Im setting out to change that. Also, i wanted to come back onto my blog. I like updating stuff here and get feedback from other writers on WordPress. I hope to start updating again. I even have plan for a new blog series, just like my interview with a writer series. I shall update that very soon. But for now, here is a poem i wrote before my few months of writers block. Hope you enjoy it:

Misfit toy





Observed from eager eyes of

Blood thirsty audiences

They marvel,

They spit,

They cheer,

They jeer,

Whatever tickles their fancy.

I, always under the watchful eye

Of the Master

Master of tricks,

Mind or otherwise.

My “difference”,

Gains him enjoyment.

My “afflictions”,

Give him power.

As i get smaller and smaller

In my caged existence,

He gets bigger and bigger

More sinister and more power hungry.

His laughs fill my mind

With poison.

“Your only worth,

Your only job is to please me”

The horrifying gurgle of his voice

Fills my thoughts

And corrupts my mind.

The master of my own affliction…

And the audience fill the stage

To watch my fall,

My grand finale.

I am done.

This misfit toy has played

Its part

Valentine’s Day

Hello. everyone. It is that time of year again, a day for the couples of the world. A few weeks back, i wrote a poem about VAlentine’s Day and i thought it would be fun to post it on the actual day. Hope everyone is having a great day with a box of chocolates beside them as they watch a soppy rom-com and enjoy the poem. This poem would be more for the cynics of the world. Enjoy

14th of February

Valentine’s Day!
The fated day,
Filled with roses,
Chocolates, kisses and
Long night of incessant fucking!!
Don’t get me wrong!
I don’t hate Valentine’s Day,
I would LOVE to receive roses
To pour acid on
I would LOVE to receive some kisses,
Lord knows if I’ll be good,
Or my mouth might as well be a washing machine.
And believe me,
I wouldn’t mind the fucking,
It would be glorious.
But I have no interest in any
Emotional connections that could come from it,
Furthermore, I see no participants in sight.
Merely just a box of Heroes,
And curled up to a good movie
(Preferably Chocolat)
Valentine’s Day is for the hopefuls,
Who dream in the prospects of love,
And new beginnings,
Which I once was.
But I wouldn’t say I am a cynic either.
I would LOVE to believe that,
Love exists.
But I would fear it,
Above all else.
I have enough shit to deal with,
Without being in love as well.
I mean, ill love him,
But would he love me?
If he does, GREAT
Will he be my soulmate?
Probably not!
Will he hurt me?
Most likely!
Valentine’s Day is for the lovers.
Not the singles!

Emotional Block

Strange! For once, my writing isn’t helping me. Let me explain. Recently, I have been having a lot personal problems lately. And I could always turn to my pen and paper and that writing will let it go away. That my feelings will escape from my heart and onto a piece of paper. The burden is gone. I have let my feelings out. I don’t have to keep it bottled up. But not this time. Recently, I was feeling down and I ended writing my first prose in months. After writing, I didn’t down anymore. I actually felt nothing! Just a numbness. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and watch a movie with hot chocolate. This has never happened to me before. I could always rely on my writing to get me out of a funk. I guess this time I am having more of an emotional block, than writers block. I rely a lot on my emotions for my writing. I guess I am feeling too much to even process what I am writing! Honestly, I don’t know. I just found it strange.

Anyway, hope ye are having a great weekend. Sorry, I haven’t been updating recently but ill try and get another post up soon enough. Until then, have a great week.

Book of the Month #1

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

Hey guys!! Sorry, I haven’t updated in a while. I was busy with exams and I didn’t have time to write. However, I did have time to do a bit of reading. Along with interviews and talking about my favourite authors, I’ll be recommending a book each month for anyone who is interested! I’ll be recommending books that I might have recently read or read years ago. They will be worth the read.

This week, I am recommending On the Road by Jack Kerouac. It is one of the classics and it has been read by thousands of people around the world. If you are into literature and works by classical writers, this would be one of them! I have been planning to read this for years. I read it recently while I was on holidays in Nice and it blew me away! The book is about an aspiring writer, Sal Paradise and his adventures travelling across America with his friend, Dean Moriarty in the sixties. On the Road is based on adventures Kerouac experienced in his youth. Through his writing and the character of Sal Paradise, he depicts the wild atmosphere of travelling into the unknown and not questioning it. Kerouac wrote this story in a vivid atmosphere and created amazing depth to his characters.

Dean Moriarty was the most intriguing character in the book. He was a very outgoing person that loved travelling and he had the effect of bringing the most unlikely people together such as Marylou and Sal. However, this outgoing exterior laid out a disguise to Dean’s interior demons.

Kerouac gives so much descriptive details of his surroundings and the exact journey he goes on, that it feels like you are in the car with him, experiencing the same life lessons as he is. It was slow reading at first due to the different writing style Kerouac used. But that’s what made the story all the more interesting! It was also created a window into a time in history filled with music, discovery and bad fashion (that’s just my opinion). I really enjoyed this novel and I plan on reading it again.

If you are interested in the novel, check it out. It is worth the read. Ill updating more often since my exams are over. Expect more blog entries in the next week! See yee next time!



Devotion is defined as having love/loyalty to someone or some religion you follow. To me, devotion is lacking in this society. People have started hating the world around them and they can’t trust anyone anymore.

The world is a cruel and shitty place, let’s be honest! There are a lot of terrible people in this world who would rather see you burn at the stake then help you. Some of those people may even end up as dictators one days and would lead to even more chaos and hatred in the world. Trust and devotion is a foreign concept to someone like me.

I’d look at people around me making friends and letting them in on their secrets. Why tell anyone your secrets? Why trust anyone with your inner thoughts and with who you are? Ultimately, they are going to disappoint you. They are going to betray you and make you question who you are. Why give someone that power over you? Trust is myth or it has just become obsolete.

I’d look at couples holding hands or the intimacy between friends and think: all of that is pointless because it doesn’t last. They are just setting themselves up for heartbreak. I felt I was making the right choice, distancing myself from people. Being alone and not letting anyone in kept me safe.

Then I met “The Twins”. I don’t even know how to begin describing them to you. They were forces of nature, one being the fearless and strong person and the other who was peaceful and had a heart of gold. They had a devotion and trust in each other that I had never seen before.

Their friendship wasn’t faked or short-lived. Their friendship was real.

They would die for each other and that brought a tear to my eye. They would never betray each other. After meeting them, I could no longer say that trusting people is stupid and worthless. It is possible to trust someone with your whole being and know you trusted the right person.

“The Twins” had that. It changed my perspective on trust. Trusting people isn’t a fruitless effort. Their trust in each other allowed me to see the possibility of maybe finally opening up to someone. Letting people in is the hard part but once you trust them, the horrors of the world seems far away. If you trust one person, it makes everything in life easier. You don’t have go through these things alone.

Dedicated to the two coolest girls in my life that I have the pleasure in calling them my friends.