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
Magic Through Words…
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
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…
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!!
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
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…
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
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
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
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
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
കണ്ണായിരുന്ന അമ്മ പിന്നീടു കണ്ണിലെ കരടായിമാറി.
മുലപ്പാലിന്െറയും മാറിലെ ചൂടിന്െറയും ലാളനയുടെയും കടംവീട്ടിയങ്ങയച്ചു വൃദ്ധസദനമെന്ന പുരാവസ്തുകേന്ദ്രത്തിലേക്ക്.
കണ്ണും പിന്നീട് കണ്ണിലെ കരടുമായമ്മയുടെ കണ്ണിലേക്ക് മരണമരിച്ചുകേറുമ്പോഴുമാ പുരാവസ്തുവിന്െറ കണ്ണുകള് തേടുന്നു മനുഷ്യത്വമില്ലാത്ത പൊന്നോമനകളെ…..
— Praveena (By our guest author) – https://www.facebook.com/praveena.karekkat
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
Hurray!
We have done this… A collective effort of 100,000 Poets and other wonderful souls for one reason – Change.
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/
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We are thankful to Michael, Marie and Neha for making this happen.
— Anoop © People and Hearts
സ്വയമുരുകുന്ന മെഴുകുതിരിയാണെനിക്കിഷ്ടം.
ഇരുളിലേക്കടുക്കുന്തോറും പ്രകാശം പരത്തുന്ന മെഴുകുതിരിയായിടണം.
അണയാന് നേരവുമാളിക്കത്തി
കൂടുതല് പ്രകാശിച്ചീടേണം.
ഇരുളിനെമാറ്റി പ്രകാശിച്ചീടേണമെന്നും.
— By Praveena
Translated version:
I wish to be a melting candle,
When darkness nears me closer, I wish to be a burning candle lighting the world.
When the flame is about to die, I wish to burn more intensely,
I wish to glow as brightest I can.
Thereby wiping out the darkness…
‘People and Hearts‘ is delighted to introduce our new special guest author, Praveena Karekkat (a.k.a) Praveena.
Specializing in poetry, Praveena is a vivid dreamer and an interesting writer. She lends her magical touch to Malayalam poems. The author is very passionate about creative writing.
People and Hearts will feature poems and writings authored by Praveena. To retain the originality and soul of her writings, the posts will be published in Malayalam language. To help readers, People and Hearts will provide a translated version of the original writings.
To know more about Praveena, let us read her writings.
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 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 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
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
Madly in love with this poem!
Full credits to Sylvester https://syl65.wordpress.com/
They gazed into each other’s eyes
It was all so clear
Their hearts longed for the open range
They were over the fence before the rancher could even blink
~ photo credit: http://www.catbreedspic.com
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…
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…
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
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…
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…
© People and Hearts
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…
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…
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
Look into my eyes like you are visualizing the dream of a rainbow,
Fall into my arms like the waves hitting the shore,
Kiss my lips like the ice cream melting on the strawberries,
Love me like the dew rolling on the morning leaves,
Look into my eyes….
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
Thoughts driven by madness and wild imagination is what my mind breathes,
My heart is the receptor of this addictive craziness,
And my writings are the creations of this passionate madness…
– Anoop
© People and Hearts
Slowing down my foot steps,
Positioning myself against a metallic rod,
I was following him, my twin – shadow,
I was watching him closely like never before,
I was going to capture him with my camera,
While he was blindly imitating me.He, my twin – shadow, stood there in front of me,
Lights falling on me during the night made him darker,
I smiled so that I could make him smile for the photo,
Only then I knew, he, my twin – shadow, could never smile,
While he was blindly imitating me.I captured his unassuming posture,
Into the photo album of time,
He, my twin – shadow, wasn’t smiling,
Although, I stood there smiling at my twin – shadow,
While he was blindly imitating me.
– Anoop
© People and Hearts
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/
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
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
© People and Hearts
Rain, you are so lame,
Your darkness overshadows the night,
You have to take the blame,
Your infidelity ruined my night.
Rain, I hate you this time.
– Anoop
© People and Hearts
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
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
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
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
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.
© People and Hearts
Reblogging from my previous posts.
– Anoop
© 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
Struck the lightning to break the silence,
To signal the arrival.
With the lightning came the rain,
To wake me up.
Embracing a secret message,
Fell the rain on me.
Seeing this, whispered the mild breeze in my ears.
I knew this secret of arrival even before the rain knew.
Danced the rain heavily,
To interrupt the conversation.
Splashed the raindrops on my face,
To make me listen to its words.
Only I know about the mystery person who sent the message.
Amazed at the things happening,
Enquired I about the mystery person and the message.
Struck the lightning again,
To create a silence.
Touching my chin said the lightning,
Let that be a mystery.
With this, disappeared the lightning.
Smiled the breeze by parting its way.
Danced the rain in the dark.
Stood I in wonder about the first sign of arrival.
(To be continued…)
– Anoop
© 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
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