Me & My Muse

ON NATURE

DECLINED LOVE LETTERS

NITHIN PURPLE INTERVIEW

Are you a writer?

 I, a mused traveler, an Indian, a démodé brain by the very origin, a draughtsman that works for a mechanical wing, an ardent reader of fiction, and the appreciator of many written works. A painter who is really fond of unveiled Imaginations.I write against the modern customs of the World’s present, wretched entertainment.

 what is your pen name?

I write under the pen name ‘purple’.I want to know in that name.

Are you published?

“Halcyon Wings”. Its published in Partridge publishers, USA

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

visionary poets like Byron, Shelley were my all time
stars and their poems I used to read when I was in my younger stages of life.And Gothic novels and suspence thrillers also I used to read,they gave an impact to publish the book ‘halcyon Wings’.Here I have crafted the wings of freedom to speak and respond. I was searching for liberty and I achieved through this book.

What genre does your book fall under?

Philosophy is the intresting branch which Iam into. I do crime, fiction, Non-fiction and science .My book will be under Western Philosophy and History.

Do you paint?

yes, I do paint.painting and Drafting are my hobbies


What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

 I left my home at the age of twenty-six and had a primordial lifestyle, searching for reorganization, recognition and a stream of knowledge throughout this stint. There was one life that I unveiled and thought: a life with Literature and passion. I found the blossom from the rarest corner of my life. Halcyon Wings was my invention to grasp liberty in a very tranquil way, inside painful elegies, also in memory of my dear friends and relatives who passed away in the past and kept a memory string that joins you readers, if you will read them aloud. These written passages, along with the memories – from one who never wants to keep anything buried within himself – are there to let another know how overwhelming was the painful terror in the beaten tracks.

when fear comes

The violence of the religious storm

The Fortified mind that has sufferings and it is holding must grudge against a blind society when its turmoil pains the life to challenge with a pseudo scientific culture. The trivial tongues choked our radiant opinions when the world stood in its contradiction with a unique flight. It has a saddened combat still holding pain in the deepest surge of thoughts. The violence of the religious storm has passed our heads spilling poison in us. Day by day, our world is declining in its various views about culture and religion.

"I found a god,manly in my vast nature,where there is realms wealthy,where I seen the joy of the moving springs and the jumping fawn" - Nithin Purple

"I found a god,manly in my vast nature,where there is realms wealthy,where I seen the joy of the moving springs and the jumping fawn"

- Nithin Purple

WHEN AM MAD

When I am mad I get full authorization to tear apart,a man who jumps like a little fawn.Obedient to dark and dark cloulds.would be my madness knows the mighty world and its darkness never returns to light.So was he,I the constantly lacked little mere child,a child who literally lived long gloomy years,lonely and isolated from seeing love's lonely songs and disappointed in loosing his bow forgoten in his maid's mind wall

WHEN I THINK OF YOU

When I still think of you, you are a little love pot for me,no flattering my words,only pains.so was my love,painful and weeping atop some doomed clouds.Once I was happy and never upset the night am now.Happier than an angel I was and I had plume and freedom to move. I was manly loved.But when now you look at my tireless frame,not one of you say that I had a dream or I had a love bird.

TO KILL A NIGHT

To kill a night is easy because I have pains.I write my pains in traditional papers.And once I feel hurt I will never look back to the papers I wrote.I try to fade away unto the clouds,I mean the world is expecting my sorrow,and challenges me .If any one asks I will frankly explain my failures and my wishes that I couldn't fulfill.If you ask me why are you in melancholy, I dare to say it is,am that.I don't want to blame anyone any one in the world.I go away,I love to go away,far far far far

I DISTURBED A CLOUDY MOON

I disturbed a cloudy moon,I knocked a door private,I went a marriage with out invitation.I ate a feast with out calling me.I went painfully into my world in a memory street.I know all was I, So now let me die like a young gentle man with my forlorn oblivion