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

Song of the Pregnant Lady


It is tough to live a life like this woman. Carrying a child on her left arm and an unborn child, the lady is singing.

She sings for a living. She sings for feeding her unborn child. She sings for feeding her another child. She sings for feeding herself and her husband. Yes! She is pregnant!

She is tired. The rushing sound of the moving train is overshadowing her song. Amidst all these difficulties, she sings and makes a living. The song describes the pain and struggle she endures.

It is tough being a woman. She earns respect.

The song of the pregnant lady…

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

Gazing at the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard


Gazing the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard
Gazing at the Beauty of Moonlight from the Graveyard

Walking into the nearest graveyard,

With a childish curiosity in mind,

Looking at the silent graves,

With an irresistible gutsy attitude.

Dusting off the dead leaves from a lonely grave,

With a freedom bestowed by choice,

Sitting on the grave cautiously,

With a deep breath to the corners of lungs.

Placing the legs on the dark grasses,

With one hand on the freaky heart,

Waving hands at the flying bats and broken skulls,

With a childish mischievousness.

Smiling at the shadows of creepy trees and graves,

With a pat to the adventurous heart,

Gazing at the beauty of moonlight from the graveyard,

With a thrill of madness driven by fun.

– Anoop

© People and Hearts

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