Selfie of the Moon with the Coconut Trees


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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

 

When Eyes Speak


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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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My Mystery Lady


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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

© People and Hearts

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

© People and Hearts

Fireflies Glowing in the Rain


Rain days

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Fireflies 2 (Photo credit: ShutterSparks)

When the umbrella couldn’t contain the rain,

People ran towards metal shelter.

When the rains lashed at the moving vehicles,

The roads imitated the City of Venice.

When the rains made the candles to glow,

The wicked lighting whipped its prowess.

When the winds blew out the candles,

I watched the fireflies glowing in the rain.

– Anoop © People and Hearts

How I Became a Creative Writer?


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Poetry (Photo credit: V. H. Hammer)

I never thought that I will become a writer in my life. I never even thought about that. But there were some glimpses of my writing skills that I discovered in my college days. But one moment changed everything that I knew about myself.

I wrote my first poem when I was 11 years old about “Sun”. And that was the only poem I wrote in the next  eight years. After that I never wrote something like that until I fell in love.

I started to write poems based only on love. In my college days, I used to write leave letters, permission letters etc. for my classmates because they thought that I was good in writing. Despite studying Bachelor of Engineering, I found more affinity to English and writing. But one truth is that I never read books on literature, poems or novels. Yet still I loved writing. 

Love triggered my writing skills. And my best poems were based on love.

I used to write many poems and give it to my love. She would read it and she used to smile. I loved doing that.

It was during this time that I started to create short poems, type them as SMS texts and send it to my friends as forward messages. Forward SMSes  were a craze with youngsters about a few years ago. I used to type some code words as an identification of the SMSes that I created. I used to receive those forward messages that I created back to my inbox itself. I still get few of those messages as SMSes even after so many years. It was a good feeling to see that people are liking my poems and creations.

One day, one of my short poem was read in a regional FM Radio channel as the best forward message of the day.  

One fine evening, I was listening to the FM Channel, Radio City in 2006. The RJ read, “Here is the best forward message of the day“. And that was my poem that was being read live on air. I felt very happy to hear that. Fortunately, I was listening to the radio station. On that day, I understood that people have started to read and like my poems. It was on that day I decided that I will become a writer someday.

There was my English lecturer who used to encourage me to write more. Through the reference of my teacher and the Head of the Department of English, I got an offer to publish my poems as a book through a local publisher. I was asked to pay 25,000 INR for publishing it. At that time I thought I must not publish my poems as I didn’t have the maturity or mindset of a complete writer. The money was also a constraint. I felt bad for rejecting that offer. But now I feel that what I did was the right thing. I kept learning and wrote more to become a writer. Still I’m learning how to write better.

There was another friend who always supported and encouraged me to write more. That friend was the main inspirational force because of whom I’m a better writer now. I kept writing more and more. My dream was to have my own blogging website. Initially, several friends ridiculed me and never believed what I said. I said to them that one day I will have my own website for showcasing my poems, short stories etc.

Finally here I’m with my own website, People and Hearts http://peopleandhearts.com/.

My next dream is to publish my collection of poems as my first book. Then I plan to publish a book on short stories.

I thank my friends and my close ones for supporting me to write. I want your kind support in the future too. I’m learning day by day.

Please help me to grow by sharing my articles in Facebook, Twitter and other social media if you like it.

Anoop

© People and Hearts

Hiding Behind the Whispering Tree


Hiding behind the whispering tree,
Closing my left eye childishly,
Looking at the playful raindrops,
Looking with my right eye unceasingly,
I watched the lady touching the flying raindrops.

Hiding behind the singing tree,
Tilting my head unknowingly,
Looking with my eyes amazingly,
Touching those colorful raindrops with my hands,
I watched the lady splashing the smiling raindrops.

Playing with the jumping raindrops,
Looking at the drenching tree unknowingly,
Slowing down her actions purposefully,
Holding those magical raindrops in her hands,
The lady looked at my watery eyes with a raining smile.

  • Anoop

© People and Hearts

Strong Winds Make me Poetic Again…


Reblogging from my previous posts.
– Anoop
© People and Hearts

People and Hearts

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

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The Mystery Girl with Glasses


A quick glance of the scene here!

A half-crowded public bus, a guy sitting and glancing at the surroundings. The bus stopped. A girl with glasses on, enters the bus. The scene begins from here.

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I was sitting inside the bus and looking at the moving buildings and people. (A pun intended, as here, there are no moving trees and greenery in a city these days). When the bus stopped, a mystery girl boarded the bus. She was accompanied by two of her friends. This girl sported glasses and so do I. This was the first instant connection between us.

I wondered as my heart said something to me, “Keep focusing on the girl and keep looking at her”.

Great people have said to follow your heart. So I decided to listen to those great people by following my heart. Yes! I gave her my first glance and I kept looking at her very eagerly. My heart felt a closeness to the girl.  I can tell you that! She was very unique.

Man, I was continuously looking at her, as my eyes knew that her eyes too were interested in me. The girl with the glasses stared at me, thereby igniting the sparkle in my eyes. “Why is he looking at me like this?”, she thought in her mind. I could read her thoughts with that angry stare. But still my heart said, “Follow what I’m saying idiot”. And I kept looking at her childishly.

Now, I was reading her lips, as she spoke to her friends. Her conversation was like a supersonic aircraft. I couldn’t read any of her words. But the way she spoke captured my attention. The time speed was slowed by three times to the usual time speed on earth. She was smiling and speaking. I was loving the way she was speaking even though I couldn’t neither hear anything nor interpret anything.

Next was a thunder shower that struck me. The girl looked at me for the second time. Yes man, she looked at me again. This time, it was a positive sign, as she looked at me with a smile. I was able to smile at her.

I thought for a while, why the hell am I looking at her like this? I did not have an answer. But the girl had a magic and she had cast a spell on me. I was focusing at her wristwatch this time. She wore a trendy watch and it showed that she was modern. The girl was indeed modern. This was evident from her attire and body language. Her long curly hair was moving in the direction of the wind. I was enjoying this lovely synchronization of nature and beauty.

Her friends were about to get down from the bus. She said goodbye to them by waving her hands. The mystery girl gave me her third glance. But now the smile got vanished from her lips. This woman had took me to a different world in a matter of 15 minutes. I couldn’t take my eyes of her. I wiped my glasses with a cloth and put them on again to get a better view of her.

Now, the girl turned to my side. She gave me her fourth glance as she came closer to me. My heart was beating hard and the heart beat rate increased as she neared me. This time, the fourth stare lasted for about five seconds. I knew that life was a song in just five seconds. I was about to say ‘Hi’ to her. But this moment was broken when the bus slowed down.

The 20-minute adrenalin rush came to sudden halt. She got down from the bus by leaning to the left-side of the door. The fifth glance arrived but to signal a goodbye. My eyes became saddened and I looked at her as the vehicle moved away from her. The sixth glance was short lived. I did not do anything and as I sat back with a confused thought.

Who was she? Why did I look at her? Why I smiled at her? Why she looked at me? Why didn’t I do anything when she left the bus?

I did not have any answers with me. There was only one thing that I knew. The mystery girl with glasses has blown me down.

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

If I Could Erase my Memories


If I Could Erase my Memories

People and Hearts

I wish to be a weathered rock
That withstood the test of time and nature.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a homeless kid,
Who didn’t know the meaning of an orphan.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a migratory bird
That didn’t know the existence of its nest.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be an old tree
That didn’t know its age.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be a prisoner,
Who didn’t know his crime.
If I could erase my memories…

I wish to be an artificial satellite
That lost track of its orbit.
If I could erase my memories…

Anoop

© People and Hearts

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