Creative Horizons


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.

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Creative Horizons – Anoop ©People and Hearts

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

The Missing Ally


This is a different feeling altogether.

When two men work as a team in all games and crimes, there is this synchronous execution of plans. One man plans it and the other executes it in his own unmatched style. When one loses the grip of the task, the other picks up the momentum and balances the ship. This is an ultimate team that one would dream of.

When the Batman loses his ally, Robin, or vice versa, there is a big void created. Both the Batman and Robin know it very well. They know that both rely on each other at crucial moments.

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Batman and Robin. Image credits : https://flic.kr/p/8JZwKg

But now, the team has to split up. The thrill of a crime is lost when your best ally is missing.

The world has seen it. Some of the best music bands have tasted phenomenal success when they worked as a team. Their decline was easily visible when the team was split.

The journey with the best teammate is sometimes a onetime journey. At some point, the journey has to end. From there on, it’s a different journey with the leftover footprints.

This post is about the void and the feeling felt when one loses his ally. Have you felt it? If yes, do drop in your comments.

— Anoop © People and Hearts

I’m the Voice


I’m the voice…
I’m born as the voice…

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Image Credits: https://flic.kr/p/qk6588

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

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

Interesting Notes on A R Rahman – Reblogged


Reblogging this lovely article http://rahmaniac.wordpress.com/biography/in-loving-memory-of-master-r-k-shekhar/from the source blog (http://rahmaniac.com/) – previously known as http://rahmaniac.wordpress.com.

Credits for the author Farzad Khaleel for sharing us these valuable details about Rahman.

Here is the article about A R Rahman. It shares some interesting insights about A R Rahman.

http://rahmaniac.wordpress.com/biography/in-loving-memory-of-master-r-k-shekhar/


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
© People and Hearts

Looking at the World from the Clouds


Looking at the World from the Clouds Photo Source: Wikipedia
Looking at the World from the Clouds
Photo Credit: Wikipedia

Here I’m sitting on top of the moving clouds. They – the clouds are like a cushion making me comfortable. The music of Anberlin’s Innocent passes through my ears like sea waves.

When I look down at the earth from here, there is no better scenic beauty other than this. The whistling sound of the wind made the music even soothing. Waving my hands at the clouds moving in the opposite direction, I scooped up the chill snow from them. I felt the chill as I held the snow in my hands.

Again, my attention was turning towards the earth. The blue oceans down there was inviting me for a swimming session. I rose up and in one moment of boldness, I decided to go for it. Taking a deep breath to the bottom of my lungs, I jumped, hoping to hit the blue oceans. The winds were hitting me as hard as they could. My eyes were feeling the force of the moving winds. I was about to hit the waters in a few seconds.

Rushed the blue waters on my head. The rush was so intense that it produced electricity and obviously a tremendous shock.  

I opened my eyes to see myself lying in the bed. ‘Where am I?’, I murmured.

‘Get up and go for work idiot. You will wake up only when I pour water on you’, my mom shouted.

Yes, it was the blue waters that hit me. But not the waters from the Blue oceans, instead, the waters from the water tank of my house.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

Related Music – Anberlin – Innocent (Vital)

Pink Floyd Songs for a Rainbow Life


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Pink Floyd has become a part of my daily life. My day definitely begins with a Pink Floyd song and so I rise. My night ends with a Pink Floyd song.

Whatever the situation, whatever the type of emotions, whatever the mindset, there is always a Pink Floyd song to the rescue. These days, I breathe Pink Floyd. I have started to look life through a Pink Floyd song, just like its prism and light.

The combination of a Pink Floyd song, night and a mild breeze is heaven. There is no better feeling than that. A rainbow and a Pink Floyd song are so similar in every aspect. There is love, hate, lust, misery, aggression, passion, bitterness, revenge, sadness, thrill, mystery and anything on earth in Pink Floyd songs.

If I could say that Pink Floyd is my love, I wouldn’t deny it.

Pink Floyd songs are for a Rainbow Life.

– Anoop
© People and Hearts

A.R. Rahman’s Thiruda Thiruda – 20 Years Down the Lane


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
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 hallmark of this album. I became a hardcore fan of A R Rahman after hearing Thiruda Thiruda’s music.

Here is a review of the music album – Music Review of Thiruda Thiruda.

English: Indian composer A.R. Rahman opens the...
Indian composer A.R. Rahman (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After 20 years, the album takes a revisit. To purchase the album, hit iTunes – Thiruda Thiruda – iTunes and Thiruda Thiruda – iTunes India.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbtcchWTn28

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNZKsjH46Gs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjnZnpuJT6k

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U91-2jdfX8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDprEzC-eD4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WSZ4sJFNmI

– 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