Time & Hearts

Time zones, hearts apart..distance they say makes the mind what?Miles apart-anxiously waiting, hoping.A day could feel like a week, a month..yet in one glance, it could be all you want.So if the diastole of my ventricles,syncs with the systole of your atrium,then distance is nothing but speed × time,speed up, eternity is all we’ve got.“Soon”…

Deception

Found myself at deception’s wit, life is so full of turns and twist, love they say comes in bits, but i say- Deception it is.. why have you lead me to this fate, Of all that is bad and misleading with no faith, you have spoiled my mind with lies, my heart, now cold as…

The Lion King: The Gift; Afro-beat exploitation or Progress?

Originally posted on New Narrative.:
The week had ended on an eventful note. Two great projects had dropped in the round off to the weekend; Nas- Lost tapes 2, and Beyonce- The Lion King:The Gift. Brown skin girl featuring the Nigerian star boy off the Beyonce project subtly played on repeat in the background. The…

disguised

I walked that road again today, avoided it for a while somehow. As I strolled aimlessly, kicking leaves in the autumn fog. I could have sworn I heard someone call out my name. Time seemed to pass, but nothing mattered now. in the milky thin fog, I carved your face still just like none could…

animadversion

  The laughs seemed prolonged,like echos from a dark cave.He had dozed off, saliva wetting his notes.Everyone was laughing at him, pointinghe slowly raised his head- daydreaming,faces staring at him like he was on trial-“na sleep i sleep, i no kee person” he thoughtWiping the white-marked-saliva stains on his cheeks offhe felt embarrassed but happy…

Even though, even if

Even if i tried my utmost best and adore you crazy, i doubt it would half as a queen deserves. Even if i climbed the highest peak on high grounds, i doubt it would equate or eclipse your awesomeness. Even if i dream the best of dreams on rose petals, it wont beat a dream…

differences

    Different sizes,different instances,different strokes,seemingly for different folks.They say life is ugly; he is no bloke.Some have the means,others?, pressing needsI know it wont be rosy,but in little faith,will there be any glory?letting our needs shadow our means.As the road to perfectionclouds our perception,putting the sixth sense in deception.But what can we do?After all…