Magic Through Words…
My new poetry book ‘Poetic Sanchari‘ is launched in Amazon.
Few of the handpicked poems that I’ve written in the last decade feature in this book.
Thank you my readers for all the support you folks gave me.
– Anoop © People and Hearts
Poetic Sanchari book ia available at this URL
Hardcopy –
https://www.amazon.in/dp/9389844347/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_7jPnEb58M6K40
Burning my heart,
Man, you killed part of me with the fires.
Standing motionless in time,
The half burnt baby kangaroo never complained.
When the fires spread across the forest,
We watched it and just watched it.
When the wildfires torched the mother nature,
Billions of muted flora and fauna rested in peace.
– Anoop © People and Hearts
P.S: For the millions of flora and fauna that died in the recent Australian bushfires.
Image credits: Artist Raju Somu
Burning my heart,
Man, you killed part of me with the fires.
Standing motionless in time,
The half burnt baby kangaroo never complained.
When the fire spread across the forest,
We watched it and just watched it.
When the wildfires torched the mother nature,
Billions of muted flora and fauna rested in peace.
– Anoop © People and Hearts
P.S: For the millions of flora and fauna that died in the recent Australian bushfires.
Throwback to the days of Thiruda Thiruda: 27 years
Twenty years ago, in the month of October, India witnessed a revolution in Indian Music through the launch of A.R Rahman’s album Thiruda Thiruda.
Thiruda Thiruda (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As a six-year old in 1993, I was stunned to hear a song – Konjam Nilavu, played on the Radio. I’ve never heard such a kind of song in the Indian music sphere. The song was very unique. From the techno beats, high-pitch singing, singer, everything was new for me at least. A R Rahman had cast a magic spell with this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj_18hXo5G0
A R Rahman changed the way people viewed Indian Music with Thiruda Thiruda. The album has a cult fan following ever since its release. The album included six songs of different genre and each one was a classic. This was the beginning that Indian Music was waiting for. Splendid music combined with innovation was the…
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This is interesting
(Cover Image & Source: Is This The Future of The Modern World?, Homeless in Birmingham, U.K. @ Birmingham Live)
…The days are becoming darker and shorter, and the cold breeze of the winter that is coming fast warns us all, the homeless people, that it is time to find the right shelters, because winter in the north Europe can be extremely harsh and deadly, if you are not protected well against the cold, rain and snow. And especially against the cold wind, the real enemy of our sensitive and partly damaged immune system.
But where to find the real and permanent shelters when there is no such thing, at least not here in the capital od Scandinavia, frozen tomb of Stockholm. Problem that we all homeless and unemployed, foreigners as well as locals, have to take into consideration is that there are only two available shelters here in the…
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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
Photo Credits: https://flic.kr/p/nMkimc
Holding him from emoting,
Stopping him from breathing,
The mask had engulfed him once,
Killing his soul…
Fading into the fog gradually,
Loosing its grip,
The mask fell apart,
Restoring his soul back…
Emoting through his eyes,
Creating new memories,
He opens up his heart,
Falling in love…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
P.S: For the one who loves poems…
When you uttered those four words,
It was an instant kick to my throat,
Rapidly piercing my heart with a rusted spear,
Breaking our conjoined trust,
Tearing down the frail world that we built,
Leaving my soul to rot.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Dear Friends,
These colourful Jhumkas will complement any ethnic attire. Hope you all will love it 🙂
Almonds are a good source of protein. This butter can be consumed guilt free as it doesn’t contain any added oil or sugar. Even kids who are hesitant to eat whole nuts will definitely love this butter. It can be used as spreads on bread, rotis, biscuits or it can be enjoyed as it is. Without any further delay let’s go take a look at how to make this quick and delicious almond butter.
2. Allow it to cool. Once cooled, transfer it to a mixer jar or food processor and pulse it for a few seconds till it…
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There is a new book suggestion which I happened to stumble upon accidentally. It is a debut novel. And I was surprised to read the mystery and the suspense the story had.
An interesting read…
Here is the URL to the book.
The Killer Elephant’s Journal – written by
Try it out if you like to… Definitely it’s worth your time.
The world was changing and it tilted to a certain degree that you didn’t notice it happening. The unseen and unheard history of the world was projected onto the public walls for the first time ever.
Someone had the balls to pull the trigger and publish a treasure trove of classified documents on the internet. The year 2010 gave life to public disclosure through Julian Assange (WikiLeaks).
It is about to be a decade and still the world government fears this man who became a revolutionary whistleblower of the 21st century. Now, we hear that he is arrested!
Freedom of information is a still distant dream.
Why is information classified still and why can’t common people have access to it without restriction?
– Anoop © People and Hearts
Will my words bring back the old aura,
the same feeling, the same magic,
To revive the soulful touch of the waning flora,
with the lazy morning mist…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
നീർമാതളം
ഓർമ്മകളുടെ
നിഴൽവീണ
വീഥികളിലെവിടെയോ
വേരുകളാഴ്ത്തി
നിൽപ്പുണ്ട് ഒരു
നീർമാതളം.
ഒരുപാട് മോഹങ്ങളെ
ഉള്ളിലൊളിപ്പിച്ച
കാലത്തിന്റെ
നോവുകളെ
ഹൃദയത്തിൽ
പകർത്തിയ
സുന്ദരമായ
പ്രണയപുഷ്പങ്ങൾ
വിടർത്തിയ
ഓരോ
വസന്തത്തിന്റെയും
നിറങ്ങളെ
മതിയാവോളം
വാരിച്ചൂടിയ
നീർമാതളം.
രോഗശയ്യയിലെ പ്രണയിനി…
രോഗബാധിതയായ പ്രണയിനി,യവൾ
ക്ഷീണിത ശയ്യാവലംബിയായ് കാണേ,
അല്പനാഴികനേരമിനിയുമാകരം പിടിച്ചിരി-
ക്കുവാൻ പിന്നേയുമാശിക്കുന്നവനുൾത്തടം!
ക്ഷീണിതയാണവളെങ്കിലും
മിഴികൾ തിളങ്ങുന്നു,
അമവാസിരാത്രിയിൽ തിരി തെളിച്ചെത്തും
മിന്നാമിനുങ്ങ് പോൽ!
ഹേ സഖീ,നീയവൻ വിളക്ക് മാടം!
ക്ഷണികമാമീയാഴിയിൽ
തുഴയാഴ്ത്തുവാനവന്
തുണയേകുന്ന പ്രണയസൗധം!!
വിടപറയും നേരം
കൈത്തലമുയർത്തിയവൾ മെല്ലെ,
മെല്ലെ വിടർത്തി മാനസം,
വിടചൊല്ലുന്നവനോട് നിറവേദനയോടെ!!
അറിയണം നീയവളുടെ ജീവിതചുറ്റുവട്ടങ്ങൾ,
അറിയണം ആ ജീവിത സമരസപ്പെടലുകൾ!
അതിജീവനാഭ്യാസങ്ങൾ!
കടുംകെട്ടായി തുടരുന്ന ബന്ധങ്ങളും !
സ്നേഹം വിടർത്തുന്ന പൂക്കളാവുക നിങ്ങൾ,
ആർദ്രതയേകുന്ന കാഴ്ചയാവുക!
കണ്ണീരൊപ്പുവാൻ പരസ്പരം മത്സരിക്കും കൂട്ടരാവുക!
വിടർന്നകലാതെയെന്നും തുടരുന്ന ജന്മങ്ങളാവുക!
ഓരോ മിടിപ്പുമങ്ങനെ ഹിതാനുസൃതമന്യോന്യമേറ്റുവാങ്ങുക!!
Just when the colours of love appeared to blotch,
Just when the layers of love began to melt into clueless waves,
The melancholic heart is endeared by the perplexing love itself,
Thereby surprising the revived heart for a revival…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Finally, I’ve published my book on Amazon. It’s titled as People and Hearts.
This book is a collection of my poems. I thank everyone who have supported me through my journey.
Amazon India Book URL: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0776889LD
Amazon Global Book URL: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0776889LD
– Anoop © People and Hearts
The heart has a queer way of emoting,
It eats up the words that can never be expressed,
Leaving behind a void.
It ends up living with a numb feeling,
It emotes with a sunken smile,
Hiding the broken words with a mask…
This is a new horizon that you would find only in few places on Earth. You have to look at the right places to seek this horizon.
I name it as Creative Horizons.
In this zone, you will find creative people working on their soulful creations. A paradise decorated with artists, writers, poets, storytellers, singers, musicians, creative photographers, sand artists and all type of artists.
At Creative Horizons, creative people work for their passion and money takes least importance here. It’s a hangout place for creativity.
So do we have such places on Earth? If yes, comment on….
– Anoop © People and Hearts
What if a lie has been planted in your mind?
A deceiving lie that detaches you from your shadow…
That burns you down…
That questions your identity…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
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
The silent dream that he craved for,
The meek reality that he never dreamt,
The muted dream still lingers on,
To live the burning dream…
The silent dreamer dreams on…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
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
Anoop commented the following about Enlighten Knowledge:
This is a very good informative piece Shiva. It needs careful reading. I’m bookmarking it for sure. This will help me for my research work. Thank you for your efforts on this article.”
Shiva responded:
Yes Anoop it does demands careful, attentive reading. Good you have marked it. It also needs patience and devotion of time for that. You have should have a broad attitude towards it. If not for sure it shall not enter. By the way what kind of research are you doing? Let me know on what way it helps you.
Spread the word.
Shiva
Right from birth the child starts acquiring knowledge, through observation, teaching, reading, writing, and by experience. Life in a way is to get enlightened of knowledge.
Fortunately one gets knowledge through parents, teachers, friends, community, books and discourses. The knowledge makes the person known in the society and shall bring him respect and laurels too. At the same time, it also brings with it, vanity into the person.
Most fortunate are those who are blessed and are able to get enlightened of absolute transcendent knowledge.
A little acquisition of knowledge brings with it such vanity; we can just imagine what sort it would be, when a person acquires the transcendent knowledge. So, a person when gets such knowledge he is called a scholar, teacher, pundit, scientist, intellectual, philosopher or a guide. But, he cannot or shall not be an…
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There’s nothing wrong losing a battle or a game. Here, a battle can be compared to a person fighting an incurable disease in real life! A game can be compared to a person or an animal struggling for the survival of its existence.
Losing or failing is not a bad thing! But losing your self belief is something to be bothered about. A defeat or setback can make you stronger both emotionally and physically, provided if you still have belief in your inner strengths.
Let’s revisit the quote from the movie, Batman Begins (2005).
“Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.” – Alfred
There is greatness in a fall or defeat. A defeat teaches you more than a school education. To rise from a setback, a revival technique is essential to be adopted.
The Revival Technique can be put down as:
You must rise after your fall. You will rise for sure. The revival technique will work definitely. And the revival technique is working…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
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…
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
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
“Over the years“, that is a cliche’ for sure! But it has really been years and there is no other better way to start it.
Time has just rolled on like a ball all the way down to the ground from the hill.
Here I’m the ball and the hill represents the people.
And there is the time that smiles at me with a smirk.
The path that stands in between me and the hill is the “Change“.
The ball carried a few stones, leaves and dust with it.
And I consider the stones, leaves and dust as my treasures.
Did we change?
That wasn’t just a poem. It had a story in it. Here, I’m referring “we” as you, me, us, the reader, and anyone whom we can connect to.
Yes we did change. We are bound to change as time goes on. Suddenly, we feel that the things that looked great before, are not great anymore. Mind you! It is just a feeling. And the things that looked awful once looks cool now.
Ah ha…
What has happened to us now. Did we change?
Yes, I think we have changed. Time has a penchant to make us feel that people around us have changed.
But the reality is that we have changed.
It is a good feeling to know that life has really changed. Even my writing has changed over the years. My words have changed. And so is the world.
My feelings have changed. My outlook has changed. My priorities have changed. My life has changed.
When you read this, do you feel that you have changed, when you look back? If so, do comment on…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
To my master who disrupted my flight,
My wings have lost its vigor,
My confidence to fly to the distant corners has dwindled,
My eyes have turned pale and lifeless,
My voice has lost its song,
You have turned me into a caged bird…
But something down from my heart tells me,
I have wings,
I can fly,
I can sing,
I’m a bird,
I’m waiting for my caged redemption…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Hurray!
We have done this… A collective effort of 100,000 Poets and other wonderful souls for one reason – Change.
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/
http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem/
To download the publication directly, click Source.
We are thankful to Michael, Marie and Neha for making this happen.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
#PoetsForPeace
image copyright neha 2016
Hello Everyone!
Michael, Marie and I are so excited to announce that #PoetsForPeace is now LIVE and PUBLISHED in Praxis Magazine Online! We are so grateful to Laura M Kaminski and Tee Jay Dan, editors at Praxis, for giving us this wonderful opportunity and working tirelessly in helping us get published!
We would especially like to thank all our contributors who helped make this project successful! We could not have done this without you!
You can view and download the publication here: http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem-2016-poetsforpeace-collaboration/
We are thrilled that this collaboration will also be archived in the ‘Stanford University Archive’ of the ‘100,000 Poets for Change’ collection!
We hope you can all join us next year as we aim to make #PoetsForPeace a growing annual event!
Share and Spread the word with your friends and family! Please use #PoetsForPeace!
Cheers to #PoetsForPeace!
Michael, Marie & Neha
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…
‘People and Hearts‘ is delighted to introduce our new special guest author, Praveena Karekkat (a.k.a) Praveena.
Specializing in poetry, Praveena is a vivid dreamer and an interesting writer. She lends her magical touch to Malayalam poems. The author is very passionate about creative writing.
People and Hearts will feature poems and writings authored by Praveena. To retain the originality and soul of her writings, the posts will be published in Malayalam language. To help readers, People and Hearts will provide a translated version of the original writings.
To know more about Praveena, let us read her writings.
I’m thankful to Mark DSouza from Social Milk – http://socialmilk.in/ for featuring People and Hearts in their blog http://socialmilk.in/.
This is a first time for me. To read the post, check http://socialmilk.in/people-and-hearts-anoop/.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When thousand innocents bleed,
Our hearts are torn down,
When the little ones weep,
Our eyes bleed tears.
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When the world cries for help,
Our knees tremble with fear,
When the children lie lifeless,
Our humanity is questioned for its ruthlessness.
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil,
When the souls depart,
Our hearts seek peace,
When the world searches for peace,
Our world calls all poets for peace…
— This is written for the initiative of Michael at http://thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com as part of a collaboration with #PoetsForPeace, which is hosted in https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
#PoetsForPeace
Hello Everyone,
This collaboration is initiated by my talented friend Michael (M. Zane McClellan) from the poetry channel and will be hosted here on forgottenmeadows. Many wonderful bloggers like Marie (https://writingwingsforyou.com/), Kim (https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/) and others have helped in putting this together and spreading the word out. The deadline for contribution is August 31st, 2016! I urge you to help us make this creative effort successful by joining in.Below is Michael’s message:
“In response to the recent unceasing, and, in fact escalating global violence, we have seen and felt a corresponding surge in poetry about it.
We would like to take this opportunity to invite you to share your thoughts and feelings, a piece of yourself, to add to other Poets from around the world. We are hopeful that the combined weight of our collective spirit and wisdom will be felt worldwide as well.
The…
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Holding him from emoting,
Stopping him from breathing,
The mask had engulfed him once,
Killing his soul…
Fading into the fog gradually,
Loosing its grip,
The mask fell apart,
Restoring his soul back…
Emoting through his eyes,
Creating new memories,
He opens up his heart,
Falling in love…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
P.S: For the one who loves poems…
A full thick bearded old man,
Holding a cigar,
Sporting black shaded coolers,
Donning a stylish grey suit,
Trending worldwide in YouTube,
Making millions awestruck,
In his inimitable style that he breathes…
KABALI…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
With tied hands,
And a blunt knife nearby,
All he was left with two choices…
Survive…
Or,
Be a slave of his own shadows.
Taking a deep breath,
With his heart beating hard,
And he chose the blunt knife…
— Anoop ©People and Hearts
This is the third anniversary of my blog People and Hearts. Thank you for all the support this blog has received.
This is the reboot of People and Hearts. A second coming of the blog. Over the years, I’ve evolved as a person, my thoughts, and the writer in me has evolved. And so does my blog.
Yes, I’m Anoop. I’ve kept a low profile all these years, by working behind the blog in a different way. The mind behind this blog.
Now this blog will find a new direction and soul to move forward. I’ve more to offer to this world and to my readers.
There are lots to come… Keep hope and I’ll keep you posted…
People and Hearts has rebooted…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
She carries the flowers of simplicity,
She smiles with utmost innocence,
She is here to stay inside my heart,
And I love her…
– Anoop © People and Hearts
I’m in the midst of creating an inspiring world. A world that draws inspiration from creativity.
A world without masters, workers or slaves. A world full of creators and optimists.
A world that creates itself by creativity. A world with abundance of ideas to work on.
A world that doesn’t rely on money. A world that doesn’t need success. A world of it’s own.
A world that inspires many…
And that world will be a reality someday…
– Anoop © People and Hearts
Voids, losses, failures, sorrows, draught, famine, hunger, breakups, deaths, injuries, depression and loneliness all are synonymous with unfortunate things in life. Dealing with these odd things are difficult. You know it and I know it. But…
Even the unfortunate happenings have an expiry date!
I’ve realized few things in life through personal experience. I’m no scholar to tell you all these. But…
Life is the best teacher everyone knows. So this is how it goes…
Time is the answer for everything in life. There is dawn after night. Time is the healer. We need a dark sky for the stars to sparkle.
The wait is worth living for. The wait and the patience spent for that one day is worth living for.
While we sleep we think that there is only darkness in a sleep. But always remember, dreams are born during a sleep.
I hope it describes everything better.
Wait for that day.
Your life will change someday, somewhere and with someone.
Wait for that day.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
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
Hello my dear readers and friends,
Please read this article for heaven’s sake! A humble request…
This is no nonsense promotional blog post.
I’m Anoop, the author of the blog People and Hearts, who is from Chennai, India. You guys would have read or heard about Chennai and its dreaded floods in the media by now.
I’m a victim of this flood. I have witnessed and still witnessing the sufferings of people affected by the Floods in Chennai and Tamil Nadu.
I’m writing on behalf of the people who are crying, craving and begging for food, shelter, clothes and blankets. The list of people includes pregnant women, infants, children, old people and many more. These people have few necessities. I will list it down.
There are so many people out there in this world. The NGO’s and rescue team can’t reach out to all the people out there. But we can. If we help each other mutually with what we have, we can bring a great relief for the ailing wounds.
Yes we can make this happen. Please do your small help that can be a great relief for the needy ones.
Please try to help each other mutually.
I hope this article would have made you to think that you are a human being. Yes I believe that my words would do some magic inside you.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
These words are coming out of me at the time of an ongoing natural disaster in Chennai, India. Life has changed for many people in the last few days when Chennai has been flooded badly.
I have seen a large number of people with benevolent hearts who have come up to offer their help to the needy. They are not people with great super powers. They are normal people just like you and me. But they are the ones who make the difference.
You might be rich and have all the fortunes to buy happiness. But when the rains have washed away all your money and occupied your home, you are left with nothing. Only people can help you. Not the money and your fortunes.
There are people with good hearts to help the struggling ones who they know nothing about. Good people too exist in this world. That’s why still the Earth is a nice place to live on.
At the same time, there are people with wicked ideas who are ready to utilize the situation. When people are suffering for food and shelter, some shopkeepers sell milk, drinking water and food for skyrocketing prices. They have no mercy on the struggling people.
The good and ugly side of the city and people is seen here.
But for the few good ones, people still hope for a better day soon.
Find the time and the heart to help people, at least during a natural disaster.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
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Where is the mildness in your character, you – Rain?
You whipped the vicious downpour on us…
We lie battered after the change in your character…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
– Anoop ©People and Hearts
See, it’s very simple and it isn’t rocket science. Let me get to the point quickly.
It may be you or me. But most people experience this feeling. Read on…
I’ve tried, I keep trying, I’m still trying, I’ll keep on trying. All I know is that I’ve failed.
I’m trying this ever since I failed.
But I keep telling myself that there is no secret mantras for being successful. But keep trying more.
I’ve become more strong than yesterday. And I’ve seen so many yesterdays. I don’t fear anymore to fail again. Failure is not new to me.
But I want to win someday. And I’ll win someday.
But when will I win?
I don’t have an answer for that. All I know is to keep trying again.
— Anoop ©People and Hearts
