Author Archives: Eiravel

A Cycle Ends – A Poem For This New Year

A Cycle Ends All stars and planets concinnate, Of course, it’s the end of a twelve months cycle A fickle cycle that started twenty years back Do you remember what occurs? You were new born in a shinny cradle Your eyes, as dark as this void Your heart, as empty as the nothingness Yet, youContinue reading “A Cycle Ends – A Poem For This New Year”

I’ve Been On Cloud Nine

Productivity & Focus I’ve been flying on cloud nine, woolgathering all of the ideas that might make up my poetry book i-Organel Dreamscape. It was a mindscape filled of wonderment, where I’ve been meeting with all the creatures that run wildly within my dreams—those figments that make up my imagination—and expressing all of these momentsContinue reading “I’ve Been On Cloud Nine”

How The Completion Of Darcocyte Happened

From then till now Not all those who wander are lost;— Tolkien It all started on Pinterest. Yes . . . Six or seven years ago I was introduced to this platform by Xu_Ann_the_3rd, my lil’ sister; and since then, I’ve been contaminated with the virus of creativity, DIY, and everything aesthetic. All of theseContinue reading “How The Completion Of Darcocyte Happened”

Science Fiction, The literature Of Ideas

I really don’t know how this all began in my head, I mean, how did I came up with the idea of writing a science-fiction novel — the most difficult genre to be writing, mainly because there needs to be lot of researches in order to be able to build a whole new world, system,Continue reading “Science Fiction, The literature Of Ideas”

Darcocyte Has Been Published

“I’ve walked many miles as to find myself and finally be, crossed trillions of stars and experienced more than one existence as to finally learn, shed more than one tears and broke my heart more than once as to finally understand . . . that infinity and everything that is, simply stream through a poolContinue reading “Darcocyte Has Been Published”

The word that sounds best to my ears

It’s a resonance to my ears, to my mind If I told you that the word ooze tickles the fancy of my mind, where this one word is a lullaby to my ears, it ooze and leaks its way throughout the realm of my imagination, it makes my internal chords sensible to a hum-like call,Continue reading “The word that sounds best to my ears”

If I Had Abandoned

Driven By Passion & Determination It has been difficult, very difficult indeed. It had been almost alienating… and all of this happened during the strangest episode that I have ever encountered in my whole life… and believe me, I have encountered a lot. I should have abandoned and taken all of these hoaxes that myContinue reading “If I Had Abandoned”

Flower Blossoms From Ink

This poem is the continuation of a verse that I wrote last year, titled spilled ink. To my mind, the metaphor for writing really seems like flowers blossoming out from ink. Flower Blossoms From InkFlower buds spilled from inkAnd from my heart blossoms the words Like beauty stirs the daySo does ink upon my sheetContinue reading “Flower Blossoms From Ink”

Adrenaline Rush

A poem for the 2019 Indian Ocean Island Games Mauritius is actually the heart of a frenzy sports celebration that gather mostly southern Indian ocean’s territories like, Madagascar, Comoros, Reunion, Seychelles, Mayotte, and Maldives islands, where the fervency of these games bring along the warmth needed in our heart to counter these very cold days.Continue reading “Adrenaline Rush”

26 June UN Observances

Two little poems — one for drug abuse, and one for victims of torture As today is the United Nations International Day Against Drug Abuse And Illicit Trafficking, as well as United Nations International Day In Support Of Victims Of Torture, I decided to write these two little poems. I always fear to write aboutContinue reading “26 June UN Observances”

Self-Destruction (A Poem About Earth)

Earth, why won’t you talk To us – all who dreamily walk Within your damp vessel Across your fumigene temple You’ll say words that your winds Blow, through soft tempest of skins Those, you soulfully whisper To all those, nature worshippers Why you, most lovable planet – Only one that carries all kinds of lifeContinue reading “Self-Destruction (A Poem About Earth)”