Poems – Eiravel

Flirting Birds

Pictures of endemic birds in Mauritius, and first verse of this poem handwritten on a piece of torn paper with a bird perched on tropical plants.

Today we celebrate Bird Day🐦, and as I love birds very much, for their wings and carefree style inspire freedom and insouciance, I decided to publish a little poem. Flirting Birds Two birds flirt Far from cages And menaces that lurk Underneath bridges They spread their wings To go hide behind clouds Listening to theContinue reading “Flirting Birds”

Epitaph Of The Ghost

On 2 November we will celebrate the DAY OF THE DEAD💀, thus this little poem. Epitaph Of The Ghost I sit above and look down below It’s all dust and tiny things Everything’s so blurry And here I’m cold and scared, I am looking for my body Have you seen my body? I’ve forgotten toContinue reading “Epitaph Of The Ghost”

Capricious Weather

“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”

The Extraordinary

A silver medal on brown ribbon and wild bunch of flowers on a notebook with handwritten poem and doodles for the Olympic game beside a wine glass filled with red beverage and a white drinking straw.

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”

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”

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”

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”

That’s What Women Are

Third verse of this poem handwritten on torn paper, and juxtaposed with cutouts of woman’s miscellaneous things.

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 Are Big bright stars in space A large shinny crown on our head Sitting,Continue reading “That’s What Women Are”

Of Belonging

Drawings of waves and stars, and poem, on a picture of the sea.

“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”

To Carry Me Away, Away

Poetic text, drawn lines, and geometric shape on the picture of four birds perching on a wire.

A metaphor for stubbornness – a characteristic that fits me well. To Carry Me Away, Away To abandon oneself Just for once To give myself To the good ones, To close my eyes As to be blind And letting it and all Carry me away, away Why can’t I let me be A mechanized thingContinue reading “To Carry Me Away, Away”

Twenty Twenty One

It’s a bright new year🎉 Exactly, twenty twenty-one It came out from twenty twenty A year that we shall forever remember A year of transition, of shift The point in time the door opened For the future to creep in deep Without us even realizing the deed Too busy with pandemics and threats Apocalyptic huesContinue reading “Twenty Twenty One”

The smell of fresh pines

For the two previous Christmas poems I wrote in 2018, and 2019, I was inspired by the contagious festive mood of the buzzing month of December, moved by the spirit of Christmas and New Year… but this time it was a little bit difficult for me to come up with something positive, with something thatContinue reading “The smell of fresh pines”

You Shall See

You Shall See Tonight, I’ll take you out at sea And you shall see the moon Shimmering over its surface, You’ll gently lay in my arms And I’ll read to you a story You’ll be looking up And all the bright stars Shall smile at you, then All the deep sea creatures They’ll swim upContinue reading “You Shall See”

Heal

Busy with editing my books, my mind is a dried up lake, thus decided that there will be no post today. Instead, I thought of sharing on my social feeds last year’s Pink October Breast Cancer Awareness Month poem, Mindscape. But while writing some lines in the carnet meant to appear in the picture settingContinue reading “Heal”

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”

Everything that I might be

Five first lines of the third verse of this poem and doodles in a notebook, pen, and a cup of black coffee.

Existence and the self fascinate me; I’m obsessed by all of these layers that seem to shrink inside the smallest dot that might be. Everything that I might be Though able-bodied, I feel this incapacity The incapacity to shake myself up Right from the start, when the sun rises For I wake up to forget,Continue reading “Everything that I might be”

Cosmic Death Of The Lover

Doodles of celestial bodies, black coffee, and handwritten text on a piece of paper.

Inspired by NEOWISE, comet that recently apperead in our sky. I hope that one day I’ll be able to see one.

Our Anthurium Like Heart

Glass of orange juice, dried leaves, and a drawing of two anthuriums painted with mixed watercolours, juxtaposed with the handwritten fourth verse of this poem.

I think that the anthurium plant is an interesting metaphor to describe the human race…don’t you think so? If you see the uniqueness, if you see beauty, if you see intelligence, if you see the richness, if you see the love in everybody else, then you’ll be beautiful, you’ll be intelligent, you’ll be rich, you’llContinue reading “Our Anthurium Like Heart”