I don’t have a a thousand followersOn Tumblr nor Instagram.But at least I’m notA nosy abysmal groupie bellend.Illustration by Zicky.

I don’t have a a thousand followers
On Tumblr nor Instagram.
But at least I’m not
A nosy abysmal groupie bellend.

Illustration by Zicky.

If it takes a spark to get a girl,Then for you I would have harnessedThe Big Bang itself.I would bathe myself with the stars,Go through a ritual of cosmic cleansingBecause who I want to be is allThat accommodates who I love.For that is the nature of my character.Doomed, or blessedTo float forever.Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.

If it takes a spark to get a girl,
Then for you I would have harnessed
The Big Bang itself.
I would bathe myself with the stars,
Go through a ritual of cosmic cleansing
Because who I want to be is all
That accommodates who I love.
For that is the nature of my character.
Doomed, or blessed
To float forever.

Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.

Moving on with the Scribbly Series, this is Dutch maestro, Arjen Robben. The dude terrorised the former world champions Spain in that 5-1 thrashing. Awesome game. Awesome player.Illustration by Zicky.

Moving on with the Scribbly Series, this is Dutch maestro, Arjen Robben. The dude terrorised the former world champions Spain in that 5-1 thrashing. Awesome game. Awesome player.

Illustration by Zicky.

Trying out a new style of drawing due to a commissioned piece I’m work on. What better way to do experiments than on the stars from the recent World Cup! Here’s James Rodriguez.Illustration by Zicky.

Trying out a new style of drawing due to a commissioned piece I’m work on. What better way to do experiments than on the stars from the recent World Cup! Here’s James Rodriguez.

Illustration by Zicky.

In another lifeWe could have seenThe many facesOf what might have been.The ones of sadness,Or ones of joy,The ones of excitement,The ones annoyed.But the one face I wanted you to see,Is the one that means the most to me.I’ve always worn it from the very start,Did you recognise the face of my honest heart?Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.

In another life
We could have seen
The many faces
Of what might have been.
The ones of sadness,
Or ones of joy,
The ones of excitement,
The ones annoyed.
But the one face I wanted you to see,
Is the one that means the most to me.
I’ve always worn it from the very start,
Did you recognise the face of my honest heart?

Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.


There is no pointIn feeling lossOver what never came to be.But since I did feel a sense of loss,It proved you meanSomething to me.And while our star struckIn that blink of an eye,Just for that second somehow,I knew you were mine.And then we carry on with life.Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.

There is no point
In feeling loss
Over what never came to be.
But since I did feel a sense of loss,
It proved you mean
Something to me.
And while our star struck
In that blink of an eye,
Just for that second somehow,
I knew you were mine.


And then we carry on with life.

Illustration and Poetry by Zicky.