“In Mauritius the weather has been acting very strange lately. This Winter doesn’t seem like all of the other winters I’ve known. The wind seems so scary; the clear sky can suddenly turn into dark clouds filled of rain, while at night, when sleeping, at any time temperature can suddenly rise. All of these changesContinue reading “Capricious Weather”
Author Archives: Eiravel
Moved Back For Better Jumping
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. Ovid I hope that I moved back so as to be able to jump further ahead. I pressed the reset button to start all over again from the place where I should have really begin when I first started my creative-writing adventure. I amContinue reading “Moved Back For Better Jumping”
The Extraordinary
A poem for the Olympic Games “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” Unknown Tough days indeed, but you make me believe that life has won over death, you inspire me to continue working towards my dreams, you ignite my aspirations. A Chinese proverbContinue reading “The Extraordinary”
Why I Use A Pen-name
Your worth consists in what you are and not in what you have. Thomas edison A pen-name, nom de plume, or literary double is a made up name used by authors who want to conceal their true identity or real name, or even, those, who like me, find it way more cooler to sign booksContinue reading “Why I Use A Pen-name”
This Home Of Yours
This poem is dedicated to all those who have, and still are selflessly caring for us during that pandemic time. To my mother. To everyone else who love like a mother. To Mother Earth. Happy Mother’s Day to everyone. This Home Of Yours Mothers know every parts of their child, Reared under the hands ofContinue reading “This Home Of Yours”
Awareness In Times Of Chaos
Awareness In Times Of Chaos Awareness is a form of meditation, of being inspired, of triggering the emotion of peace, love, and freedom. Awareness, I believe, is the most powerful and sane experience that a living being can have, though I’ve never understood why is it so difficult to attain, but also, why is itContinue reading “Awareness In Times Of Chaos”
Robots’ Mind
“I wanted to write about what might go through the mind of a robot. In the end this piece partly came out as an absurdist fiction.” Robot’s Mind Trichia Pride dreamt of a life where she would be cared for, and with sets of instructions pre-programmed in her mind processor. She dreamt of that kindContinue reading “Robots’ Mind”
The Cure
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity Franz Kafka Today, while writing this post, the house is very calm. My mother’s-in-law radio is off, my husband has taken my sons to the barbershop, and only the chirps of different birds, the windy weather, the shuffling of the leaves of trees, and some muffled distantContinue reading “The Cure”
Mother’s Day Mini Poems
If you’ve enjoyed the pieces that I have written for Mother’s Day, here are two links to poems that I wrote so as to celebrate motherhood: My Mom, The Wren Thank u Mother
Poetry Shower
My soul only craves poetry lately. Writing fiction takes a lot of my time – re-writes, re-reads, and re-edits… lots of struggle, only to find that I don’t bring anything new to the table; that what I write has already been written by others; that my ideas are not at all ingenious. So I guessContinue reading “Poetry Shower”
What Calms Me
There are those sceneries, people, and actions that naturally appease my mind when things go wrong, or when life seem so frightening. And in the end, I’ll tell to myself that no matter what, the beauty of nature remains there for us all to appreciate existence. What Calms Me The scenery of Little birds fledlingAndContinue reading “What Calms Me”
A Period Of Intense Reflection
Last year I wrote this ‘essay’ to submit to a writing competition that was organised around the theme ‘personal Covid-19 lockdown experience’. Perhaps too flowery and too difficult to read and badly written; or even not at all prosaic, which is how an essay should be written — this piece was not chosen. Nevermind, IContinue reading “A Period Of Intense Reflection”
Yielders
“I know that this story has the same ending as fleece; I know that I can’t help myself from always writing about the dark and the white and polarities, but I just hope that the middle of the story is different, I always hope that the plot is different.” Yielders The woods, being mystical andContinue reading “Yielders”
Confinement – Day 11
I think that I have recently been able to synchronize with my intuitions; my exercises about listening to these personal information have finally paid off. I have been able to isolate the loud buzzing sounds of information that arise from the collective consciousness, so as to be able to access more easily, and to understandContinue reading “Confinement – Day 11”
The Colours Of Our Dream
That’s the second year that our children won’t chant and glorify in unison our national anthem for the independence day of Mauritius. Things have worsened here, the coronavirus has suddenly spread, and everyday there are more people that are being tested positive. We’ve got the vaccines, but not many people did it in time. So,Continue reading “The Colours Of Our Dream”
Confinement – Day 1
Some of them say that gloomy and destructive feelings breed the most fascinating creative work, but that’s not at all the case for me. When bad news or any other stressful factors pound on my heart and mind, I instantly creep towards my bed, to slip inside a cocoon where I feel safe from anyContinue reading “Confinement – Day 1”
That’s What Women Are
Happy Women’s day. I hope that all women secretly thinks alike, and that this poem – compared to women, I compare thee, and brave womanhood – drools with the quintessence of women’s sensuality, and as well as women’s yearnings. That’s What Women AreBig bright stars in spaceA large shinny crown on our head Sitting, onContinue reading “That’s What Women Are”
Whimsies – womanly thoughts
In the night, over the ground, I dreamt that I flew over a nest of women who were drunk with happiness and insouciance, who spinned and danced wildly, singing and laughing joyfully, and I, I had a pen and paper in my hand, writing about what I saw during that womanhood festival. And when IContinue reading “Whimsies – womanly thoughts”
Of Belonging
“I wanted to embody the emotions I feel about ‘abandonment’, the word that I’ve chosen so as to write this poem.” Of Belonging Abandonment, what a sad wordFor the living and this world Everyday something is tossed away Without chance of returning someday Winds blow and rivers streamWhile every creature dreams Of belonging, of beingContinue reading “Of Belonging”
Fleece
“The original book cover of the Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? a Science-Fiction by Philip k. Dick inspired me to write Fleece. The theme for this story was the word ‘abattoir’, and this sheep simply inspired me.” Lolly quickly took her habitual notebook and recorder, engulfed a piece of coconut bun, sipped a mugContinue reading “Fleece”
