Ode Poetry

Spilled ink

Poem about spilled

I’ve always love poetry into its every texture and form, and loved writing my own in my teen days. Poetry, visual art, music, ambient movies, and catchy written books have always satisfied my thirstiness of subtle evasion. I myself having particular taste of things, while I have never found the specific community so as for me to adhere, I have found my joy and happiness into ‘The arts’.

Spilled ink

Flower buds
Spilled from ink,
And from my heart
Grows out flowery words

Like beauty stirs into the day
So does ink upon my sheet


By Eiravel

I am married, and I have two sons. I live on the island of Mauritius. I love to write fiction, poems, and blog. I've self-published a science-fiction book (Darcocyte). I aspire to make a living through my creative writings. I am a very passionate person. I love the sublime and the strange; and I am also interested in all types and forms of art that pleases my mind.

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