No. I am not suffering from writer’s block

No. I am not suffering from writer’s block. My brain is just consumed by the too much thinking I make as to find a way to balance my life right now. It’s still a little bit chaotic, for I still haven’t found my pace amidst life happenings. No. I am not suffering from writer’s block.Continue reading “No. I am not suffering from writer’s block”

Silver lines in the sky

Silver Lines In The Sky Peace came home, to meWhile I laid in my bedThinking, of silver lines in the sky,They were dancing oh so freelyWhile they brightly burned their light T’was morning, birds were singing merrilyWhen peace came home, to meClothed of silver lines, that shone brightlySuch elegance, it appeased my heartSuch emmited spark,Continue reading “Silver lines in the sky”

I won’t lower down my expectations

I know that the world is shaking right now, where most of us are sad, angry, aching, mourning; and that amidst this strange and wretched time, everything appears grim, morose, and without hope – but should our own heart be alike the gloomy ambiance that’s surrounding us? That’s the question that I’ve been trying toContinue reading “I won’t lower down my expectations”

Everything that I might be

Though able-bodied, I feel this incapacityThe incapacity to shake myself upRight from the start, when the sun risesFor I wake up to forget, everything that I might be I then search within my mindThis wondrous mind of mineForking deeply, digging, searchingFor that missing piece hidden deep,That one clue that I need to find I wantContinue reading “Everything that I might be”

Writing abates the storm in my heart

Writing abates the storm that often rages in my heart – like frustrations, anxieties, sadness, anger, unacceptance, incomprehensiveness, and all of these other emotional disaster that wrecks my all. When I write, my heart feels lighter, my soul soars higher, I can see clearer, and I feel happier. When I am immersed within, only facingContinue reading “Writing abates the storm in my heart”

Harpooning The Next Day

I’ve been doing lots of thinking since this ill-wind blew its mortal breath upon the world. This situation, or these sequences of situations look like one of these fictional stories I watch on television, read in books, or even, same as those stories I write or daydream about . . . Sad days which surelyContinue reading “Harpooning The Next Day”

Our Anthurium Like Heart

All races give out rays of lightUnder a sun that rises for everyoneAnd stars that shine brightly for everybody. And what about the plants, the trees?Same too, you see, they appeal to all of us –We’re just different colors, sizes, & shapesDifferent types of body embodiment. The ocean rests there, extending itself till horizonFor theContinue reading “Our Anthurium Like Heart”

A Beautiful Enchantment

A poem for the 50th anniversary of “Earth day” Earth, I love you, for my eternal seed roots into you Earth, you revolve, while the sea dissolves into you Earth, you evolve, while everything else dies within you Your belly is a jar that nurture everything that’s alive Your belly is a petri-dish where weContinue reading “A Beautiful Enchantment”

The Sequential Dream I Made Of An Abacus

😩I am busy these days – helping my children with their lessons at home, writing, and masterminding new plans. And yes, my dreams are often very weird… most of the time with calculations, which in reality are my worst nightmare. i I try to count – One, two, three, four, five, six Learning calculation; TakeContinue reading “The Sequential Dream I Made Of An Abacus”

My Sudden Realization Amidst The Crisis

I have always been a quiet-over-confident type of person, mainly due to my loyalty and worship of the self; and where most of my tragedy shows stem from the fact that my self-esteem has taken a harsh blow. I lose all self-control when I feel that my self-esteem has been attacked, I see red, andContinue reading “My Sudden Realization Amidst The Crisis”

The Dedication Amidst Anxiety

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. Sigmund Freud Anxiety poisons my mind, it’s an entity that rules me, and feeds on my mental energy; it fogs my mind, and I can’t see clearly. My imagination becomes arid when the dark shadows of anxieties cloudContinue reading “The Dedication Amidst Anxiety”

A Letter To …….

We are merry-go-rounds floating above the ground, Little shingles shining in the night; Foams too, escaping till the landscape. We are closed cities, yet still pretty, Sending kisses far away, to another galaxy. We used to bump each other’s head with bones of Mammoths, But embraced mechanic, became megalomanic, and created weapons. We are addictedContinue reading “A Letter To …….”

Metaphorical and Literal

The poetic genre I love When earth shakes, do snakes escape from its mouth, while all roots unroot from the soil? — how can I, the author of this sentence, be surprised by what I’ve written on my own… is it my natural ability to observe from another’s perception that brings me to that conclusion,Continue reading “Metaphorical and Literal”

Sweet Is Thy Beauty

Tomorrow 12 March is the day where we celebrate the Independence of the republic of Mauritius… but all festivities have been canceled. For 2019 I had written nuance, a poem where I poetically describe the different colors that make up our multicolored flag. But this time I was inspired to write this poem from aContinue reading “Sweet Is Thy Beauty”