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
Revival
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
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…
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!!
Love Surprises the Melancholic Heart
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
My ebook People and Hearts is on Amazon now
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
Emoting Heart
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…
- Anoop © People and Hearts
A Deceiving Lie
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
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
Dreamer
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
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
Lyrical Magical Wall
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
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
The Caged Redemption
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
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/
http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem/
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
Calling Poets for Peace
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
The Mask that Fell
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…
Losing her Inner Voice
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
I’m the Voice
I’m the voice…
I’m born as the voice…
The voice of the unspoken words…
The voice of the dying soldiers…
The voice of the rolling tears…
The voice of hungry children…
The voice of traumatized victims…
The voice of aching people…
The voice of the dead…
The voice of falling trees…
The voice of the dying mother nature…
The voice of life and death…
The voice of extinct species…
The voice of dried rivers…
The voice of melting icebergs…
The voice of the depleting ozone layer…
The voice of a relationship…
The voice of the people…
The voice of an orphan…
The voice of love…
The voice of the unseen…
The voice of the unheard…
The voice of the untouched…
The voice of the unexplored…
The voice of infinity…
The voice of mystery….
The voice of beauty…
The voice of appreciation…
The voice of art…
The voice of lust…
The voice of crime…
The voice of revenge…
The voice of novels…
The voice of music…
The voice of photography…
The voice of cinema…
The voice of a failed artist…
The voice of a struggling performer…
The voice of the common man…
The voice of the universe…
The voice of hope…
The voice of freedom…
The voice of passion…
The voice of expression…
The voice of anything that the heart can relate to…
Yes, I’m the voice…
And my voice invokes life…
And my voice is born to express…
Yes, I’m a Writer….
— Anoop © People and Hearts
Selfie of the Moon with the Coconut Trees
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
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
Lyrical Magical Wall
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
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
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
Silence of the Mirror
Once walking herself into the undefined obscurity,
His eyes searched her through the valleys of uncertainty,
As he needed a mirror to see her again.
Tiring in vain in search of her,
His eyes ache seeking an answer,
As he needed a mirror to see her again.
Following the directions and paths she traveled,
His eyes bleed with the uncertainty of her whereabouts and existence,
As he needed a mirror to see her again.
When he was looking into the mirror,
There was she looking at his eyes through the mirror,
As her staring gaze sent a mystery of silence in him.
When the mirror reflected the silence in him,
The deadly silence revealed millions of buried emotions in them,
As the mystery clouded his eyes.
Time controlled their journey of silence,
With words left untold to her,
Left he looking into the mirror of mystery…
- 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
Breathing a New Life from Her Eyes
I’m breathing a new life from her eyes,
Never before have I felt so aroused,
The magic she weaves through her scintillating eyes,
As she paints my eyes with her enchanting eyelids…
- Anoop
© People and Hearts
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…
- Anoop
© People and Hearts
Shadows of Silence
When lies needed an explanation,
Words failed, words died.
When the heart searched for the truth,
Shadows of silence knocked.
– Anoop © People and Hearts
Stumbling Over Shadows
Listening to the heart wasn’t easy,
Following the thought process of mind was hell,
Believing the inner voice was suspicious,
Heart had a queer way of expressing itself,
Eyes fancied the strange changes with difficulty,
Ears never listened to those timid expressions,
I was stumbling over my shadows…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
My Eyes Admired Her Raining Smile Silently
When my wandering mind and cloudy eyes were searching for focus,
Flew the bubbly butterfly by spreading its green and pink wings,
Following her elegant footsteps like a crawling infant,
Standing on the slippery green grass to see her sipping coffee,
Turning my oscillating head towards her to see her speak,
Praying for the moistened breeze to blow to make her look at my eyes,
Smiled the serene butterfly at my dreamy eyes,
Then my eyes admired her raining smile silently…
- 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
She is a Raining Memory
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
The Doped and Drunken Wind
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/
Talking to the Butterfly
Early in the morning, I found you kissing the flowers,
So passionate, so intense;
It never appeared that you were drinking nectar.
Allow me to touch you with a watery feather,
Allow me to look into your eyes slowly,
Allow me to talk to you in a feeble voice.
I spent my childhood running behind you,
I wished to touch you and kiss you,
I wished to talk to you and be friends with you.
But you kept flying away from me,
You thought that I was scary,
You never gave me a chance.
Allow me to enter your heart like a smiling kid,
Allow me to touch your delicate eyelashes with mine,
Allow me talk to you like your childhood friend.
– Anoop
© People and Hearts
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Sound Sleep
Eyes wandering at the moving places,
Winds hitting the eyes in a rush,
Tiredness poking the eyes,
Eyes pleading for a sound sleep.
– Anoop
© People and Hearts
Strong Winds Make me Poetic Again…
The winds, strong enough to make me poetic again,
The impact is clearly evident, as the winds kiss the trees with strong passion.
The flying trees make me dream again,
The visual of the most dazzling girl on earth,
Having her hair cut loose in the direction of the moving winds.The winds, strong enough to make me poetic again,
The chemistry is clearly evident, as the raindrops kiss her lips,
The visual makes me to realize,
The love is near and I’m in love again…
– 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
