His Inner Colours


He has a habit of painting memories,

And he painted the memories inside his heart,

He has a habit of hiding his colours,

And he called them his inner colours…

 

It often rains inside his heart,

But his inner colours never fade,

It has been months and years,

But he preserves these colours with care…

— Anoop © People and Hearts

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She Was Reading My Eyes


There was a moment of silence,
When words vanished from her mouth,
The sweetened silence flowed through us,
As my eyes were speaking to her silently…

There was a moment of silence,
When I cuddled her hands with a breezy feather,
The colorful silence splashed its invisible colors on us,
As my eyes were narrating a fairytale to her…

There was a moment of silence,
When I smiled at her with happiness from rainbows,
The rhythmic silence played its muted notes on us,
As she was reading my eyes silently…

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    © 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