Solitude – An Artist’s Best Companion to Create Magic


The Mona Lisa, by Leonardo da Vinci. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)
The Mona Lisa, by Leonardo da Vinci. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

There are some people who love to be in solitude. They wish that they could spend some quality time being alone.

They are called the Artists, who create magic with the rainbows through the ordinary grey shades of life in solitude.

We the ‘artists’ include writers, painters, musicians, singers and many more. We give life to the creations that we create with passion. We give our best shot when we are left in solitude. Creativity takes birth here, when we are ourselves in solitude.

The magic of our passions are read by you as the words that the writers create in solitude.

The magic of our passions are heard by you as the music that the musicians create in solitude.

The magic of our passions are seen by you as the paintings that the artists create in solitude. 

– Anoop
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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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Talking to the Butterfly


English: Siproeta epaphus, Butterfly World (Fl...
English: Siproeta epaphus, Butterfly World (Florida) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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

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When Eyes Speak


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(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When you look into my eyes,

I stop thinking, I stop breathing,

When I look into your eyes,

You start thinking, you start breathing hard.

When you look into my eyes,

My eyes start singing love,

When I look into your eyes,

Your eyes start smiling love.

When you look into my eyes,

My eyes start writing a poem,

When I look into your eyes,

Your eyes start reading my poem.

– Anoop

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Earning Success the Hard Way


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I want to earn success the hard way. I want to go there, give my heart in whatever I’m doing. I want to give my best creation with utmost dedication.

I don’t want a shortcut to success. I want to go there, toil myself, learn more and do what I love.

I want to write more. I want to create magic in my writings. When people read my posts, they should witness magic and feel a satisfaction of reading something valuable. I want to be a good writer by the hard way. I want to improve day by day.

I’m not a son of a millionaire. I’m not a superman. But I’m a very ordinary person and I want to earn success by working my ass off.

I want to earn success the hard way,

I want to create magic in my writings,

I want to give my heart into my writings,

I want the magic in my writings to reach people,

I want to be a good writer through the hard way,

Writing this post from the bottom of my heart.

– Anoop © People and Hearts

My Mystery Lady


Love Love Love
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

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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

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