A Deceiving Lie


What if a lie has been planted in your mind?

deceiving lie that detaches you from your shadow…

That burns you down…

That questions your identity…

— Anoop © People and Hearts

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Holding these Caressing Flowers


Gathering all the excited pieces of my heart,

Picking all the nicest flowers of my life,

I’m here, holding these caressing flowers,

I’m here, hoping to see your gleaming eyes,

I’m here to give you my singing heart,

I’m here to give you these smooching flowers,

Finally, I’m here to say that I love you…

— Anoop © People and Hearts

Those Eyes


When she opened her eyes, I knew it, 

I have seen those eyes before, 

I knew those eyes more than anyone else, 

Those eyes narrated a story without the need for words, 

I could feel the intensity of those eyes, 

When she opened her eyes, I knew it, 

Those eyes were a reflection of my eyes,

And she is my daughter…

— Anoop © People and Hearts 

അമ്മ (Mother)


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Mother

കണ്ണായിരുന്ന അമ്മ പിന്നീടു കണ്ണിലെ കരടായിമാറി. 


മുലപ്പാലിന്‍െറയും മാറിലെ ചൂടിന്‍െറയും ലാളനയുടെയും കടംവീട്ടിയങ്ങയച്ചു വൃദ്ധസദനമെന്ന പുരാവസ്തുകേന്ദ്രത്തിലേക്ക്. 

കണ്ണും പിന്നീട് കണ്ണിലെ കരടുമായമ്മയുടെ കണ്ണിലേക്ക് മരണമരിച്ചുകേറുമ്പോഴുമാ പുരാവസ്തുവിന്‍െറ കണ്ണുകള്‍ തേടുന്നു മനുഷ്യത്വമില്ലാത്ത പൊന്നോമനകളെ…..

— Praveena (By our guest author) – https://www.facebook.com/praveena.karekkat

 

PoetsForPeace is Published Now


Hurray!

We have done this… A collective effort of 100,000 Poets and other wonderful souls for one reason – Change.

Yes, #PoetsForPeace is published now in Praxis Magazine Online!

I’m also one among the 100,000 poets who have contributed their words for this effort.

To read and download the publication, click http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem-2016-poetsforpeace-collaboration/

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To download the publication directly, click Source.

NOTE: This collective effort will be archived in the ‘Stanford University Archive’ of the ‘100,000 Poets for Change’ collection!

We are thankful to Michael, Marie and Neha for making this happen.

— Anoop © People and Hearts

മെഴുകുതിരി – Candle


സ്വയമുരുകുന്ന മെഴുകുതിരിയാണെനിക്കിഷ്ടം.

ഇരുളിലേക്കടുക്കുന്തോറും പ്രകാശം പരത്തുന്ന മെഴുകുതിരിയായിടണം.

അണയാന്‍ നേരവുമാളിക്കത്തി

കൂടുതല്‍ പ്രകാശിച്ചീടേണം.

ഇരുളിനെമാറ്റി പ്രകാശിച്ചീടേണമെന്നും.

By Praveena

Translated version:

I wish to be a melting candle,

When darkness nears me closer, I wish to be a burning candle lighting the world.

When the flame is about to die, I wish to burn more intensely,

I wish to glow as brightest I can.

Thereby wiping out the darkness…

 

Losing her Inner Voice


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Losing her inner voice. Photo Credits: https://flic.kr/p/BckYyS

Losing it all in a moment,
The depth of her inner voice,
Hurting her veins,
Fell ‘she’ to the lowest point of her life,

Losing it all in a moment,
The soul of her inner voice,
Crushing her confidence,
Fell ‘she’ to the shadows of depression…

— Anoop © People and Hearts

Selfie of the Moon with the Coconut Trees


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Playing like a child, the moon giggles,
Crawling like an ant on a mission, the moon reaches the gloomy coconut trees.
Pretending as asleep like a lazy dog, the trees act,
Lying on the blue skies like a cloud, the trees practice silence.

Touching with eagerness like a menacing kitten,
The moon pulled the leaves of the lazy trees,
Reacting like a thief who was caught red-handed,
The coconut trees woke up laughing with the moon.

Lifting the moon like a toddler,
The coconut trees played hide and seek with the moon,
Holding the moon on their shoulders like a hero,  
The coconut trees and the moon posed for a selfie.

— Anoop ©People and Hearts

 

Lyrical Magical Wall


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Lyrical Magical Wall –  Painting Credits: https://www.facebook.com/tintsandtinges

This magical wall attracts me like never before,
Undressing the dreamy child in me,
The magical wall smiles at me,
Invoking millions of colourful memories in me.

This magical wall excites me like never before,
Whistling at me like my menacing childhood friend,
The magical wall hugs me to my delight,
Pulling me to its scintillating beauty.

This magical wall makes me crave for my childhood,
Narrating its own story in lyrical style,
The magical wall touches my heart poetically,
Syncing like a rainbow of silent paintings and talkative poems.

This magical wall amazes me about its soulful tree,
Treasuring countless memories of photographs,
The magical wall holds the fallen leaves close to its heart,
Making the birds and the child in me to fly…

  • Anoop © People and Hearts

Creativity is Sheer Madness


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Creativity is Sheer Madness – Anoop © People and Hearts

Have you ever entered into the world of ‘Creative‘ people? Have you ever thought how these creative people think? Well, I’ll take you for a walk into the world of creative people…

STATUTORY WARNING: This is not for those lazy bums who don’t enjoy and appreciate fun, madness and creativity. This is also not for those serious faces who don’t enjoy nature. This is also not for those people who follow the herd blindly.

If you have the patience and sensibility to think like a human being, then read on….

‘Creativity’ is a special talent or skill through which something new, unique and refreshing is created. It’s not blind copying but an art of creating something that is worth enough to talk about!

An enchanting music or song, a haunting poem or painting, a unique photo, a reverberating speech or idea, or anything unique is a wonderful creation by the rare breed called creative minds. These creative minds need a fuel, mood, or an environment to trigger creativity. The catalyst for these creative minds is sheer ‘Madness‘.

Creative people love madness. They love to explore the unknown horizons that others fear to attempt. They break the conventional rules and they are unorthodox. A fluid called ‘Madness‘ runs through their veins to make them different from others.

Creative people view a crazy world through ‘Madness‘. They are able to think out-of-the-box and create magic through their works.

Here are a few quotes about madness and creativity:

“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” ― Aristotle

“Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.” ― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.” — Frank Barron

“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed” ― Thomas Moore

“Madness is the acme of intelligence.” – Naguib Mahfouz

“Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through.”  — R. D. Laing

“If at first the idea is not totally absurd then there is no hope for it.” — Albert Einstein

“The extreme limit of wisdom–that is what the public calls madness.” — Jean Cocteau

 “A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.” — Nikos Kazantzakis

“Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.” — The Joker — The Dark Knight

This is the sheer brilliance of madness – it makes an ordinary person ‘Creative‘.

“A pinch of madness, when combined with creativity could produce sheer magic.”— Anoop ©People and Hearts

Summing it up, creativity needs a bit of madness. So be imaginative and creative. Enjoy madness!

 – Anoop ©People and Hearts

The Time Drift


Gathering the chunks of time together from the ground,
Placing the broken chunks on our hands,
Sighed we! Just then,
Blew the villainous wind over the pieces of time,
The fallen victims were the time, you and me,
As the time drifted away from us..

Lying down scattered in distant corners were the time, you and me,
Searching for the broken chunks of time were you and me,
Cried we! Just then,
Struck the cold-blooded lightning on the battered pieces of time,
Broken were the time, you and me,
As the time drifted away from us…

  • Anoop © People and Hearts

Colours of the Darkness


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Colours of the Darkness ©People and Hearts

Darkness is a muted emotion,
Felt by a few, living with it in peace.

Darkness is a colourful painting,
Visualized by a few, craving for vision.

Darkness is a tempting beauty,
For a few, admiring the smiling moon.

Darkness is a black wall,
Leaning behind it by a few, hiding pains.

Darkness is a haunting silent message,
Heard by a few, seeking answers in vain.

Darkness is a ray of hope,
Portrayed by a few, touching hearts of people silently.

Darkness is a supporting companion,
For a few, living in loneliness.

Darkness is an unending misery,
For a few, living with guilt and agony inside the prison.

Darkness is a preying time,
For a few, hunting down their prey mercilessly.

Darkness is a mating time,
For a few, dying to see each other after the tiring mechanical life.

Darkness is a symbol of heroism,
For a few, playing a silent protector – the dark knight.

– Anoop © People and Hearts

Her Last Breath


Misery can’t be this worse,
Holding her hands with a feeble touch,
Waiting to hear her trembling voice,
Wiping her tears with no hope of a sunrise,
Waiting to hear her final words,
We saw her taking her last breath,
Left she with those unsaid words…

  • Anoop © People and Hearts

Paper Boat Sailing with Butterflies


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 Night Sings with the Breeze


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.

-Anoop

©People and Hearts

Rhythmic Rain


 

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
    © People and Hearts

Tree Sketching the Shy Sky


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

She is a Raining Memory


She is a Raining Memory. Photo Credits: Anoop © People and Hearts

I saw her lying on the busy pathway,
Nobody noticed her beauty,
She was feeling cold and alone amidst the crowd,

I stopped myself for a moment,
She was lying there and looking at me,
I took her and held her lightly,

Capturing her smile through the digital eye,
She turned evergreen and nostalgic,
For the years to come as a raining memory…

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

Passion – NaPoWriMo


Passion, the burning desire the heart craves for,
Passion, the ultimate happiness the heart enjoys,
Passion, the utmost dedication the heart gives for,
Passion, the tiresome efforts the heart delivers for,
Passion, the artistic recognition the heart hopes for,
Passion, the unmaterialistic love the heart lives for,
Passion, the raw emotions that invoke life to the heart,
Passion, the unending reason that the heart could die for….

Anoop
©People and Hearts

The Doped and Drunken Wind


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I resemble the doped wind,
Clueless about my direction,
I waver like the doped wind,
Wobbling my thoughts randomly.

I laugh madly like the drunken wind,
Visualizing the dual dazed worlds,
I dance like the drunken wind,
With my own foolish dance moves.

I blink my eyes like the doped wind,
Looking at the full moon in awe,
I open my lips shakily like the drunken wind,
Talking to the alluring full moon unknowingly.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

 

Related Article  – Prairie Wind – http://notesbymohit.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/there-and-back-again/

Rain, You are so Lame


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(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rain, you are so lame,
Your darkness overshadows the night,
You have to take the blame,
Your infidelity ruined my night.
Rain, I hate you this time.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

My Mystery Lady


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Love Love Love (Photo credit: Gregory Jordan)

Penning these words for my mystery lady,
Remembering the day one I saw you here,
Standing silently beside me like a stranger,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Thinking about something that I never knew,
Pretending as if you never looked at me,
Giving me no clue,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Seeing my mystery lady after three months,
Feeling a burst of newborn emotions,
Telling myself that the lady is special,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Meeting my mystery lady face to face,
Blocking her way unknowingly,
Looking at each others’ eyes,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Moving in opposite directions,
Pausing for a matter of purpose,
Turning and looking behind at each other simultaneously,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Seeing my mystery lady after a week,
Walking past her quickly,
Overtaking her intentionally,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Waiting for my mystery lady at the same place,
Wearing contrasting colors of attire,
Looking at each others’ eyes passionately,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Penning these words for my mystery lady,
Watching you again like the day one I saw you here,
Standing silently beside me like my love,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

Knowing Nothing About the Next Moment


Penning these words for my mystery lady,
Remembering the day one I saw you here,
Standing behind me like a stranger,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Thinking about something that I never knew,
Pretending as if you never looked at me,
Giving me no clue,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Seeing my mystery lady after three months,
Feeling a burst of newborn emotions,
Telling myself that the lady is special,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Meeting my mystery lady face to face,
Blocking her way unknowingly,
Looking at each others’ eyes,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Moving in opposite directions,
Pausing for a matter of purpose,
Turning and looking behind at each other simultaneously,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Seeing my mystery lady after a week,
Walking past her quickly,
Overtaking her intentionally,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Waiting for my mystery lady at the same place,
Wearing contrasting colors of attire,
Looking at each others’ eyes passionately,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

Penning these words for my mystery lady,
Watching you again like the day one I saw you here,
Standing behind me like my love,
Knowing nothing about the next moment.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

Fireflies Glowing in the Rain


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Fireflies 2 (Photo credit: ShutterSparks)

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

How I Became a Creative Writer?


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Poetry (Photo credit: V. H. Hammer)

I never thought that I will become a writer in my life. I never even thought about that. But there were some glimpses of my writing skills that I discovered in my college days. But one moment changed everything that I knew about myself.

I wrote my first poem when I was 11 years old about “Sun”. And that was the only poem I wrote in the next  eight years. After that I never wrote something like that until I fell in love.

I started to write poems based only on love. In my college days, I used to write leave letters, permission letters etc. for my classmates because they thought that I was good in writing. Despite studying Bachelor of Engineering, I found more affinity to English and writing. But one truth is that I never read books on literature, poems or novels. Yet still I loved writing. 

Love triggered my writing skills. And my best poems were based on love.

I used to write many poems and give it to my love. She would read it and she used to smile. I loved doing that.

It was during this time that I started to create short poems, type them as SMS texts and send it to my friends as forward messages. Forward SMSes  were a craze with youngsters about a few years ago. I used to type some code words as an identification of the SMSes that I created. I used to receive those forward messages that I created back to my inbox itself. I still get few of those messages as SMSes even after so many years. It was a good feeling to see that people are liking my poems and creations.

One day, one of my short poem was read in a regional FM Radio channel as the best forward message of the day.  

One fine evening, I was listening to the FM Channel, Radio City in 2006. The RJ read, “Here is the best forward message of the day“. And that was my poem that was being read live on air. I felt very happy to hear that. Fortunately, I was listening to the radio station. On that day, I understood that people have started to read and like my poems. It was on that day I decided that I will become a writer someday.

There was my English lecturer who used to encourage me to write more. Through the reference of my teacher and the Head of the Department of English, I got an offer to publish my poems as a book through a local publisher. I was asked to pay 25,000 INR for publishing it. At that time I thought I must not publish my poems as I didn’t have the maturity or mindset of a complete writer. The money was also a constraint. I felt bad for rejecting that offer. But now I feel that what I did was the right thing. I kept learning and wrote more to become a writer. Still I’m learning how to write better.

There was another friend who always supported and encouraged me to write more. That friend was the main inspirational force because of whom I’m a better writer now. I kept writing more and more. My dream was to have my own blogging website. Initially, several friends ridiculed me and never believed what I said. I said to them that one day I will have my own website for showcasing my poems, short stories etc.

Finally here I’m with my own website, People and Hearts https://peopleandhearts.com/.

My next dream is to publish my collection of poems as my first book. Then I plan to publish a book on short stories.

I thank my friends and my close ones for supporting me to write. I want your kind support in the future too. I’m learning day by day.

Please help me to grow by sharing my articles in Facebook, Twitter and other social media if you like it.

Anoop

© People and Hearts

Felt the Music Flowing


Lying down on the bed,
With the eyes half closed,
Entering through the window,
With the room in darkness,
Touched the light of faith,
To open the heart and eyes.

Listening to the heartbeats of faith,
The heart felt the music flowing,
Through the veins of love,
To reach the eyes of the faith,
Creating magic in the search of eternity.

Witnessing the magic of eternity,
The heart accepted the eternal truth.
Listening to the heartbeats of heart,
The faith felt the music flowing,
Through the veins of love,
To reach the eyes of the heart,
Igniting the warmth of true love and kiss.

Anoop

© People and Hearts

The Disagreement Between Mind and Heart


Said the Heart with broken bones,

Hey Mind, you are too cruel.

Grinned the Mind with a sarcastic tone,

Sorry Heart, but you couldn’t endure the ordeal.

Listen Mind, you must slow down your pace,

As the cocktail of emotions are killing me.

My heart is feeble to catch up with this unending race,

As the cocktail of mixed feelings are draining me.

 Listen Mind, it takes seconds for you to erase the memories,

Just seconds to shift your attention to the future.

But my Heart is tied up to the ropes of miseries,

Doubtful about the possibility of the closure.

Listen Heart, try to fix the wrinkles of life,

By accepting the reality with open eyes.

Try to cut the ropes of miseries with the diamond knife,

As it’s time to look at the skies.

  • Anoop

© People and Hearts

If I Could Erase my Memories


If I Could Erase my Memories

People and Hearts

I wish to be a weathered rock
That withstood the test of time and nature.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a homeless kid,
Who didn’t know the meaning of an orphan.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a migratory bird
That didn’t know the existence of its nest.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be an old tree
That didn’t know its age.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a prisoner,
Who didn’t know his crime.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be an artificial satellite
That lost track of its orbit.
If I could erase my memories…

Anoop

© People and Hearts

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Letting the Moment to Pass


Letting the moment to pass.

It sounds so easy to read the above line. Sounds so easy! But at times, it is the most difficult thing to do.

To let the moment to pass. When you have no control of your thoughts and heart, it is not so easy to let this moment pass by. But you have to let the moment pass by as there is no other go.

It is like tying your legs to a tree and asking you to run,

It is like tying your thoughts to a tree and asking you think,

It is like tying your emotions to a tree and asking you to react,

It is like tying your words to a tree and asking you to speak.

It is like tying your Anoop

© People and Hearts
 

Frozen by an Illusion


Frozen by an Illusion

Frozen by an Illusion

Burning the dreamy shadows of illusion
that drew the smokey eyes.
Shedding the moistened leaves of illusion
that deceived the fading greenery.
Frozen by an illusion.

Attenuating the deafening voices of illusion
that disguised the lifting melody.
Vaporizing the hypnotic rain of illusion
that cozened the melting rainbows.
Frozen by an illusion.

Anoop © People and Hearts

Me, Moon, Wind, Silence and the Night


Torn away from the busy world,

Sitting calm as nothing to look forward,

Winds dash me to look up to the skies,

Looking up at the skies with my hand on the chin,

Felt the vibrating silence surrounding me,

As I had nothing to say but only emptiness,

Now the void was filling up,

As the moon, the night and the wind were lending me their shoulders,

The vobbling silence continued,

As I looked on unconvinced at the moody moon,

The night filled the emptiness with its dark shades,

I looked on clueless as the wind caressed the sleeping trees…

 

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

 

 

 

Broken Words


Trying to describe the moment of despair felt by two people,
Living in two different corners of the world,
Trying to describe the silence between the two people,
Carrying the burden of shattered memories,
Those unsaid words, those broken words…

Trying to visualize the meeting between two people,
Looking into their eyes for one last time,
Trying to feel the emotions communicated between the two people,
Holding their hands for one last time,
Those final words, those broken words…

– Anoop
© People and Hearts