Latest Blog Posts

  • Inconsistent posting until September
    Since the beginning of July I’ve been revising, editing, and proofreading all blogposts as well as the photos that I’ve published on this blog. I’m having a great deal of fun while going through all of these blogposts, as I imagine that I’m playing a type of brain game while editing. I’ve also laughed a lot while reading all of my primary thoughts, which were blogposts where I whined a lot, that were biased, and incoherent. But it takes so much time and concentration to […]
  • Under that sky of July
    Forget the times of your distress, but never forget what they taught you. Herbert Gasser Under that sky of July I quietly moulted to become the woman that I’ve always dreamed to look like at my age — comprehensive, serene, joyful, confident, feeling secured, and grounded in reality.  I found again my heart in the wintry embrace of July.  July, the month where I opened my eyes for the first time in this world, sweetened my bitterness with honey manufactured by the wonderful bees… honey […]
  • To mentally plan in advance what I’ll be writing
    If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. William Arthur Ward I don’t have the time to sit down and plan my days in advance through lists and notes simply because I’m a very busy versatile stay-at-home-mom; thus, to be able to achieve my writing goals, I had to practice planning in advance in my head what I needed to write, their titles, and as well as the picture that would have accompanied that specific piece of writing. Of course, in the beginning it […]
  • Wild And Free
    Wild And Free All of these souls That roam around free With their eyes close Still they see Through inner eye Within divine insights Upon heavy sky Flying with lights Abolished souls Tell me your finds I’m filled with faults Misinterpreting the signs Free my mind Lead me to escape To that one shrine That has no shape Your bodies shine Oh loved ones Your souls lit bright Fierceless all at once Show me liberation And how to really love Undergoing elevation Flying like a […]
  • Blossoming Through Writing
    “Express yourself, don’t repress yourself.” From the song ‘Human Nature’,  by Madonna To blossom in life one needs to be able to freely express feelings, thoughts, and ideas in pacific artistic ways, and where I believe that expressing oneself through writing is within everyone’s reach, for all you have to do is write whatever you want, with anything you can write with, and this, on everything you want to.   To write is a universal right in itself, for concretisation of what’s internal is the […]
  • Abed
    Abed, all heart sings Each body rests As the mind flies Our bodies sway Like ships on rough seas, And whole cities are born And new civilisation too, Abed secrets take the shape Of ghosts that haunt our dreams And of faceless memories Covered with our bedsheets — Those silent witnesses  Of our unavowable fantasies. -eiravel- The cold bite of winter makes me want to stay in bed, under my thick blanket, while binging series and watching movies with my mug of tea or hot […]
  • A Daring Endeavour
    I started to write and blog from scratch. I started to write when my English vocabulary was very poor; I started to write when I was still making lots of grammatical mistakes.  I started to write my first book when I didn’t know anything about writing, nor how to use writing softwares.  I started to blog when I didn’t know a damn thing about how to use CMS (content managing system); I was not at all tech savvy, hadn’t learned anything about digital designations, or […]
  • Mindabsorbent
    This mind of mine is a sponge That’s thirsty and hungry For a type of esoteric knowledge That would set me free from the mundane Here to solve the mysteries of this life My brain absorbs through my six senses Clues that emanate from my environment All hidden in plain sight, behind eyes I go on solving these strange life puzzle To unlock a new level of the game I play My reward, assertion of my will, freely, and The liberation of my imprisoned mind […]
  • Cultivating patience through growing plants 
    The mint plant I started to take an interest in gardening when I understood that growing flowers and other plants could help me cultivate that patience which I needed so much on my creative writing adventure. I began this little game of dirtying my hands in the soil during the first lockdown, with that single little sprig of mint which remained after that I completely neglected the seasoning herbs that my mother-in-law used to take care of.  Have to say that I wasn’t at all […]
  • Sounds Of Unification
    Everything sings — Birds, rain, winds A music that rings To free all things In this musical world Joyful hearts unfurl As loud voices are heard While symphonies hurl “The sounds of Earth” Hopefully sails above Along this dark firth Praising our musical worth Then this musical note That strangely floats In our heart, thoughts — We dance, thrilled, caught All of our heart beat As we dance on our feet This rhythmic heat Unify, as we all meet. -eiravel- Happy music day world. The […]
  • What Is Absolute Beauty
    To know what absolute beauty is You’ll have to walk in flowery fields Feel the warmth of the vibrant sunlight As all these flower-heads dance in the breeze Look at this sky that’s so clear and blue You are a bird flying up all day through Dreaming to reach the stars that blink above Drinking rain, painting life in your own hues Everything needs to remain marvellous, bright Every single dark corner lighted up by lights For absolute beauty is unraveled by radiance This luminescence […]
  • Everything Is Okay
    Everything is okay in the end, if it’s not ok, then it’s not the end. Anon Sometimes I am a very tortured person inside, but I try my very best to shed these negativities as soon as I start the day, because living with all of these dark thoughts that run through my mind destroy this heart of mine and poison the blood in my veins. Thus I seek the wonderful and the positive in everything I do, and in each thing that surrounds me […]
  • Reading is my main booster
    Reading is the creative pill that I swallow when the words seem to be stuck somewhere inside of me. To write I need an enthusiastic energy ― not passion, not determination, not audacity, but it’s enthusiasm that free the words from this inner fathomless sea where they rest.     The moment I stop reading the flames that ignite my inspiration die. I don’t know why reading helps me that much in my writing process, but it’s a fact to me that it helps me […]
  • I learned to learn from my mistakes
    The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing. Henry Ford Of mistakes I make a lot, mainly with my writings, but I try my best to correct them, or at least learn what I need to do so as to rectify my mistakes. Impatience and ego are the two main destructive forces that can make you fall and lose overnight everything that you’ve worked so hard for during all of these years, and how much some entrepreneurs and self-employed are prone […]
  • Sky
    “I can’t count the number of times where the words for a poem or story was stuck in me, dying, and that how contemplating the sky through my window inspired me, reviving these words and images that were stuck somewhere in my memory.” Our sky is a vast magical scene that hangs at large above our head — majestic and ageless, unique and inimitable, a primeval natural structure that’s been around since immemorial times; and I often wonder what secrets it keeps in its transparent […]
  • Here I Go Again
    Here I go again, with my head filled of so many dreams And my imagination filled with vivid visions and images As my heart is fuelled by splendour and beauty and hymns. Here I go again, with my pretty enthusiasm and elation This obsessiveness that flows in my veins while writing As my eyes are filled with sparks and fireflies and passion. Here I go again on that road that is filled with so much hope Thinking that I can divulge what’s hiding deep in […]
  • Mornings
    There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. — Sara Teasdale, Leaves Mornings are beautiful, and the chirps of morning birds fuel my renewed heart. They enter the sphere of my mind, their rhymes, their soul call, inspire me to be all, to grow wings like them, and to live within the glory of uncertainties. I’ve always loved mornings, and this since I was […]
  • About My Surreal Collages
    “Everything made that comes from the heart is called art.” I’ve always been fascinated by the art world, and this since I was a teenager; but unfortunately I’ve never been able to draw impeccably like one of these talented artists, who are able to seal their impressions of the moment in an artwork. I think that’s why I hold on to poetry and blogging, and now to collage, which are ways for me to immortalise these ever-fleeting thoughts, emotions, and memories in the archive’s chamber […]
  • Before I Forget, and Soft Lands has been published
    Before I forget Before my words run dry And all my poems die As I forget the name of the sky Let me write one last ode to my mother. Before gloaming looms out of the day As most leaves start to fall in May And that the night insists to stay I want my mother to find daylight in my eyes. After revolution, chaos, and war destroy As the trickster comes as a sky envoy And all that we’ll see are only decoys Please, […]
  • May Fragments Of Thoughts
    “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. […] You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.” — Eleanor Roosevelt In the month of May, on this side of the world, summer begins to gently walk away to let the winter season unfold, and a part of me also starts to recoil in its cave to hibernate as to avoid the cold. But I want to feel that summery vibe […]
  • Withdrawal
    Withdrawal A withdrawal from the world, Within me I fully seek Of that hidden shining thing That moves within bodies, It operates so strangely I fear it’s quick eye movements For it kills and you won’t feel. A withdrawal from your shoreline My white foams forms an ocean I am myself more than ever before, I ate the secret, it digested it, You can’t see past that darkness The veil upon your eyes makes you blind And you withdraw till our corner of light. I […]