Madness has its Selling Point

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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.

- Anoop
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Embracing the Innocence of a Sister

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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.

Just then…

“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.

- Anoop
© People and Hearts

Take Chances, Lose and Find Yourself

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Falling down and getting up is a process that we have been doing throughout our life. Sometimes to know better about ourselves, it is essentisal to lose ourselves, which is all part of the evolution.

Of course, it takes time for us to realize the reality. But when you find yourself through the smoke gathered in life, you will feel a difference.

Take chances, lose yourself and find yourself…

  • Anoop © People and Hearts

Rhythmic Rain

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Rhythmic Rain Photo Courtesy: Anoop – ©People and Hearts

Reaching the ears was the rhythmic sound of raindrops,
That awakens the sleeping minds,
Getting into the groove of percussion,
The rhythmic rain sprinkles life to the greenery.

  • Anoop
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Look Into My Eyes

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Look Into My Eyes Photo Courtesy: Anoop ©People and Hearts

Look into my eyes like you are visualizing the dream of a rainbow,
Fall into my arms like the waves hitting the shore,
Kiss my lips like the ice cream melting on the strawberries,
Love me like the dew rolling on the morning leaves,
Look into my eyes….

  • Anoop
    © People and Hearts

The Lost Letters

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Originally posted on From my mind to your eyes:

   Its nails whisper through the edge of the envelope with a sigh like the rustling of leaves. The paper is old. Stale. It crinkles. The words weep, black on yellowing blotches. A mockery of the tears they were meant to produce.

   But the letter never made it to the addressee. Instead it floated through hands of wind until it ended up here, one amongst thousands, and all of them waiting, desperate to embed themselves within the heart of the intended and make their eyes bleed as the letters do now.

   The edges of the paper have begun to blacken as the words scream outwards in an attempt to be heard. But no one will come and claim them. There is no one to ease the pain of the emotions trapped within the walls of white.

   So It was born. Born of the longing of unread letters. It…

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Tree Sketching the Shy Sky

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Tree Sketching the Shy Sky. Photo Credits: Anoop © People and Hearts

 

The tree turned an artist surprisingly,
Asking the shy sky to emote,
She, the sky, lowered her eyelids shyly,
As the waiting tree sketched the shy sky.

- Anoop
© People and Hearts