Fireflies Glowing in the Rain
Originally posted on People and Hearts:
When the umbrella couldn’t contain the rain,
People ran towards metal shelter.
When the rains lashed at the moving vehicles,
The roads imitated the City of Venice.
When the rains made the candles to glow,
The wicked lighting whipped its prowess.
When the winds blew out the candles,
I watched the fireflies glowing in the rain.
- Anoop © People and Hearts
- The Rains Competitive. (meenas17.com)
- Life Isn’t About Waiting for the Storm to Pass. It’s About Learning to Dance in the Rain. (sallytudor.wordpress.com)
- Gelato and Train Terminals, Getting lost in Venice (kiersenc.wordpress.com)
- firefly. (thewhimsydiaries.wordpress.com)
I envisioned a childish dream,
Paper boat wading through rivers,
Menacing breeze moving the paper boat forward,
Ripples portraying rainbows in front of the paper boat,
Butterflies flying on top of the rainbows,
Small fishes jumping through the dreamy rainbows,
Magic taking shape as the paper boat sailed with butterflies and rainbows…
- Anoop @People and Hearts
The pathways that we walked on years ago, had something to share to the numb eyes. The vision of the eyes were eager to learn the secrets of the pathways.
Time changed from days to months and then to years. But the pathways weren’t guilty for the changes taking place. The pathways stood there standstill with the changing times and changing people.
The pathways are like a haunting song that clings on to people’s hearts. The pathways hypnotize people who fall prey to the song. In the end, the eyes start to visualize a dream known as the memories.
The pathways that hold memories intact…
- Anoop @People and Hearts
When the world around us is changing, we find it unacceptable. Our heart cannot take it easily at the first place. There is an uncertainty that looms around each of us.
In such situations, there is nothing much we could do. But to accept the reality and grind the truth without a denial.
Time is the only healer who could fix any change. Let the time find its own pace to settle things out.
Be prepared and let the winds of change hit us hard. The impact could change us for the better. Winds of change are essential!
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Lying and looking at the rainy clouds,
The night was hearing the echoes of silence,
Hiding behind the gloomy clouds,
The moon was playing hide-and-seek.
Passing though the moistened trees,
The breeze came caressing the lonely night,
Looking at the skies devoid of the moonlight,
The silent night was singing with the lingering breeze.
©People and Hearts
There is always one idea that changes lives, perception, science, technology, relationships and people. The nucleus of that idea is driven by a sheer madness.
Madness is an extreme state of passion, creativity, instinct and boldness combined together. Madness can make the idea work like a charm.
Great minds from the history books were driven by some sort of madness through out their lives. Madness is essential!
Believe in the madness of your heart. There will be a moment for this madness to click and make the idea work. When the idea works, there you have the selling point for your madness.
© People and Hearts
Childhood days are always memorable as these days are decorated with innocence and laughter. Let’s take a look an eight-year-old boy who has a pleasant moment to share to the world.
Here is a little boy who went to the park every evening with his friends. He played there everyday even if it rained heavily. Fun is a rainbow of happiness when we look it through the eyes of children. But that happiness is always complete when we have a company to share it with.
One cloudy evening, the boy went to the park in search of that rainbow of happiness. But he found none. His friends were not present in the park. Thanks to the villain in disguise, the rain! His friends’ parents were not permitting them to play outside. However, this little one had narrowly escaped from his mother’s orders and reached the park silently.
The park was empty as he was standing alone.
Rain was pouring hard. The boy sat under a tree by keeping his hands on his chin. The witch dressed in the form of ‘loneliness’ was about to swallow him.
“Hey brother, why are you sad”, came a voice from the other side of the tree.
There was a bubbly and innocent girl who appeared like an angel from the meadows. She was also caught in the middle of the rain just like the little boy.
“I want to play in the rain. Can you join me brother”, she said.
“Yes sis, I would like to”, said the eight-year-old boy.
Innocence has taken birth in the form of this angel from the meadows. They have never met each other before. But there was a bond of friendship that they shared. They played in the rain like the butterflies flying around the bloomed flowers.
Some relationships are special just like this. Embracing the innocence of a sister and a friend.
© People and Hearts