Mirror – An Illusionist


Photo Credits: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jcdriftwood/8710913359
Mirror – An Illusionist. Photo Credits: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jcdriftwood/8710913359

When you stand before the mirror, it reminds you about a person who you are. The mirror projects a summary of your character and the inner soul.

The mirror reminds you how you see yourself as a person. The mirror is a bridge connecting your past and your present. It is the proof of your existence.

The mirror is the gateway through which you speak to yourself. It hides millions of lies and truths. The mirror is an illusionist who will trick you, if you don’t watch it closely.

The mirror is your eyes.

– Anoop © People and Hearts

Following and Capturing My Twin – Shadow


Following and Capturing My Twin – Shadow  – Photo Credits: Anoop © People and Hearts

    Slowing down my foot steps,
    Positioning myself against a metallic rod,
    I was following him, my twin – shadow,
    I was watching him closely like never before,
    I was going to capture him with my camera,
    While he was blindly imitating me.

    He, my twin – shadow, stood there in front of me,
    Lights falling on me during the night made him darker,
    I smiled so that I could make him smile for the photo,
    Only then I knew, he, my twin – shadow, could never smile,
    While he was blindly imitating me.

    I captured his unassuming posture,
    Into the photo album of time,
    He, my twin – shadow, wasn’t smiling,
    Although, I stood there smiling at my twin – shadow,
    While he was blindly imitating me.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

Purple Shaded Sky Turned Drowsy


Purple Sky Turned Drowsy
Purple Sky Turned Drowsy (Photo Credits: Anoop © People and Hearts)

When bottled up emotions burst onto the colorless wall,
Eyes perceived the change of colors on the wall.
When the scattered emotions was born as a cocktail of colors,
Heart recognized the lost shades of each color.

When tears rolled from the defeated eyes,
The defenseless wall portrayed a purple shaded sky,
When the hands touched the feeble wall,
The purple shaded sky turned drowsy.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

Looking at the World from the Clouds


Looking at the World from the Clouds Photo Source: Wikipedia
Looking at the World from the Clouds
Photo Credit: Wikipedia

Here I’m sitting on top of the moving clouds. They – the clouds are like a cushion making me comfortable. The music of Anberlin’s Innocent passes through my ears like sea waves.

When I look down at the earth from here, there is no better scenic beauty other than this. The whistling sound of the wind made the music even soothing. Waving my hands at the clouds moving in the opposite direction, I scooped up the chill snow from them. I felt the chill as I held the snow in my hands.

Again, my attention was turning towards the earth. The blue oceans down there was inviting me for a swimming session. I rose up and in one moment of boldness, I decided to go for it. Taking a deep breath to the bottom of my lungs, I jumped, hoping to hit the blue oceans. The winds were hitting me as hard as they could. My eyes were feeling the force of the moving winds. I was about to hit the waters in a few seconds.

Rushed the blue waters on my head. The rush was so intense that it produced electricity and obviously a tremendous shock.  

I opened my eyes to see myself lying in the bed. ‘Where am I?’, I murmured.

‘Get up and go for work idiot. You will wake up only when I pour water on you’, my mom shouted.

Yes, it was the blue waters that hit me. But not the waters from the Blue oceans, instead, the waters from the water tank of my house.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

Related Music – Anberlin – Innocent (Vital)

When the Evening Sun Seduced Him


When the evening sun seduced him
When the evening sun seduced him. (Photo Credits – Binu Vijayan)

He came running like a drunken crab erasing the footmarks left by wandering people at the beach. The sands took the shape of an island that was destroyed by a man-made tsunami. He was the creator of this act of destruction.

After running hurriedly, he stopped at the seashore as the inviting waves hit his face. He was on his knees in no time. Unbuttoning his shirts, he looked at the feminine sun. The evening sun was too tempting for him for which he couldn’t resist it.

There was an undefinable beauty in the evening sun who was about to close her eyes in minutes. The evening sun seduced him to unbutton his shirts and look at her in awe.

"Here I'm waiting for you", he said.

– Anoop
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Rubbing Hands in the Cold, Singing and Howling


Dark shower
(Photo credit: jumfer)

That one moment when you don’t not care about people and time but you want to cut loose. That one moment when you are rubbing your slippery hands in the cold and singing your favorite song. That one moment when you are just being yourself. 

It is here that you feel the idea of getting wild and crazy is nearing. Your adrenaline levels are pumping up and you feel the cold weather. You jump around and attempt your own share of dance moves. You throw all the stuffs you find into different directions of the earth.

You open the bottle of water and pour it on your head. You start howling at the dogs. Finally you stop everything suddenly.

Now you say this to yourself,

‘I felt good’.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

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Pink Floyd Songs for a Rainbow Life


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Pink Floyd has become a part of my daily life. My day definitely begins with a Pink Floyd song and so I rise. My night ends with a Pink Floyd song.

Whatever the situation, whatever the type of emotions, whatever the mindset, there is always a Pink Floyd song to the rescue. These days, I breathe Pink Floyd. I have started to look life through a Pink Floyd song, just like its prism and light.

The combination of a Pink Floyd song, night and a mild breeze is heaven. There is no better feeling than that. A rainbow and a Pink Floyd song are so similar in every aspect. There is love, hate, lust, misery, aggression, passion, bitterness, revenge, sadness, thrill, mystery and anything on earth in Pink Floyd songs.

If I could say that Pink Floyd is my love, I wouldn’t deny it.

Pink Floyd songs are for a Rainbow Life.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

Gazing at the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard


Gazing the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard
Gazing at the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard

Walking into the nearest graveyard,

With a childish curiosity in mind,

Looking at the silent graves,

With an irresistible gutsy attitude.

Dusting off the dead leaves from a lonely grave,

With a freedom bestowed by choice,

Sitting on the grave cautiously,

With a deep breath to the corners of lungs.

Placing the legs on the dark grasses,

With one hand on the freaky heart,

Waving hands at the flying bats and broken skulls,

With a childish mischievousness.

Smiling at the shadows of creepy trees and graves,

With a pat to the adventurous heart,

Gazing at the beauty of moonlight from the graveyard,

With a thrill of madness driven by fun.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

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