A personal blog intended for the autodidacts, amateur, and independent creative writers; as well as for creative work enthusiasts.

“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it.” William Arthur Ward

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. I made a wrong decision at the wrong time, that is, to subscribe to the premium plan when I haven’t even made a cent online, to inject further in my small biz. I don’t want to […]

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, and […]

My Ode To Poetry

A poem is a river, the sea, the largenessIn which I can swim with opennessIt is a deck, a station, the purgatory –The place where the words fly away freely,It is a landscape where all beauty escapeWhile the reader’s heart race as it takes a shape. A hidden pulsating world unfoldsWhile it’s cold to summer, […]

The Dedication Amidst Anxiety

“When you’re going through hell, keep going” – anon Anxiety has always been a poison to my mind – it rules me, it makes me unproductive, it fogs my mind, I can’t see clearly. My mind is an arid land when confronted to anxieties, which most of the time change into stress, and stress to […]

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 addicted […]

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, […]

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 describe poetically the different colors that makes up our multicolored flag, and where this time, I was inspired to write this poem from […]

Women, Sensibility, And Fiction Writing

Happy International Women’s Day As a reader of fiction, I never choose the book that I’ll be reading based from the name that’s inscribed on the book cover; neither will I ever pay attention to gender or race… these information are of no whichever use to me, for I have my own personal choosing criteria […]

Women, I Compare Thee

Happy International Women’s Day in advance Women and their strength — And all the weeds, flowers, and grass That grow upon our skin, uninvited. Women and their endurance — And all these gigantic trees That crawls and roots inside of us, forcibly. Women, we are, storm-like creatures Winged, and crowned, but still, humble — Perhaps […]

Passionately Attach To What I Produce

That’s why I don’t abandon Darcocyte would have been an aborted project if I had abandoned its conception. But that is where my strange anthropomorphic habits tend to save the day, looking at it as something tangible and true, one that belongs to the realm of existence, I couldn’t fail to write it. My personal […]

The Struggle Is Real

Just a simple user There was a time where I was taken aback by the websphere. I was discouraged, I was confused, I was overwhelmed — mainly due to the fact that I was blind as a bat flying in daytime. Thing is, to get the necessary control over something, you need to first and […]

Layers Of Chaos

When it’s Dark, I can’t see The confusion alleviates me My senses are in dissaray And I am lost screaming mayday. A light goes on, shinning brightly But its rays beam out faintly – I am lost on my own way So blind in a world filled of dissaray; A sound echo confuses my mind […]

A cry For Freedom

Amongst the trees they ran Thirsty for freedom, the liberation Better to die rather than To live like an animal in ruination Their chains rattle against the ground While their heart tremble with the fear That they might be found by the hounds, So they run for their lives like a deer Searching for that […]

About Meditation For Creatives

My experience of the thing To “meditate” is defined in the dictionary as: “to think deeply and seriously about something” – but to gain what exactly? As for me, in the beginning, I wanted release from stress; and with all the books that I already had – about the power of Meditation and all the […]

Am coming back to you on a wing of storm

A sky teared, opened A form, levitated, hovered My body trembled, raptured Everything around, fell down, so sad I tried, likewise, to reach But my mind, ran away, to a beach But still, our link, unbroken Our eye, remote, and hidden I realized, my only pleasure, taken You were lost, then thought, forsaken Oh! My […]


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