I say ye;I had what mind said to me:
I say to you:
Mind: Now get yourself ready to change yourself; you gotta need a further advanced in life,be potent to achieve the greatest courage to outbreak the hindrance; these are called 'challenges' in an immeasurable way,because Life does like that for who is willing to force against the hardship,so he can do what he is willing to do.
My reply next morning:
I heard everything what you said,it was good as the words from a Seer,I was imitating that I was in sleep,but it wasn't ,I heard everything you said,it was not a Dream, but a Dream to fulfill..
A promise in Life!
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
AN Elegy For My Loss From The Origin Root
ON SUDDEN DEMISE OF GRANDMOTHER ON THE YEAR OF 2013
For the day, a cold and swoony theme,
It owns the remember'd wreaths sadly way,
As if in rolling tears they passing them.
O' rest in, the void and empty’s languid may.
You being's so closer god, an echo yet sad,
For mortal world or into my wretch soul
Favor's in deepest pain, the mourning bird;
Of doom's and ceased ways of illness hurl,
Reach her night's airy height, a village, its truth lost. 1
Where the shadow of the scene, in last eyes
While grey the clouds wept for sullen all white
You are in dew, the sharp, when crystal loss,
Melt the name in rapid fire, while are wilt.
Came and perish, life to death in its trot,
Kind of precious pearly halo it works taint.
Roll to my sorrow, you enatic root,
The unseen fly that flies in radar height;
To meet her in pillowy roost is now dream that waste. 2
Once the queen of winning moments; you live
As a bright bird who sung that solemn song,
Of mirth and beloved with natured love,
For those with the imbued souls they pang,
Now morn and night to seek their dearest love,
And lov'd you oft when they need richly most;
With your devoted face that pure and active.
From now glory might commute but that Kist
Which time that self-made with sadness flow the tear sea 3
No delight fair; since which eludes abroad,
As even through a secret form it fled away,
With painful descent, and inevitable dread,
Creeping among us to mourn for the betray,
That death made to ensure its darkling deed,
By which your fate has veiled its curtains
When eye of your day once closed, you part’d
Whilst away like our lost rapture, even burns.
But stains the world your kindred love, sure never die . . . 4
Cold for night, cold her mind, a stone in ages,
Where palest moon stillness gloom in life's wades,
This the newest alarm kindl'd eager ears,
Ah! Death has slumbered from the mortal vales!
That beast, made your passage for illness, tell—
Nor awful death vouchsafe age's sincere falls?
Tell life—the direst breath of rustic spell
Crept with lone the night has ringed the awful bell.
When her dear soul is fled, o' grieves—my hearten will! 5
EPITAPH
“love had ten thousand flowers Bloomed on those cheeks, like an angel you came as haste to earth and Opened the joys breast until the sun’s has faded, fatigued with self-heat of burden Left the world to keep the loads to the enchanting night.
Nithin Purple
For the day, a cold and swoony theme,
It owns the remember'd wreaths sadly way,
As if in rolling tears they passing them.
O' rest in, the void and empty’s languid may.
You being's so closer god, an echo yet sad,
For mortal world or into my wretch soul
Favor's in deepest pain, the mourning bird;
Of doom's and ceased ways of illness hurl,
Reach her night's airy height, a village, its truth lost. 1
Where the shadow of the scene, in last eyes
While grey the clouds wept for sullen all white
You are in dew, the sharp, when crystal loss,
Melt the name in rapid fire, while are wilt.
Came and perish, life to death in its trot,
Kind of precious pearly halo it works taint.
Roll to my sorrow, you enatic root,
The unseen fly that flies in radar height;
To meet her in pillowy roost is now dream that waste. 2
Once the queen of winning moments; you live
As a bright bird who sung that solemn song,
Of mirth and beloved with natured love,
For those with the imbued souls they pang,
Now morn and night to seek their dearest love,
And lov'd you oft when they need richly most;
With your devoted face that pure and active.
From now glory might commute but that Kist
Which time that self-made with sadness flow the tear sea 3
No delight fair; since which eludes abroad,
As even through a secret form it fled away,
With painful descent, and inevitable dread,
Creeping among us to mourn for the betray,
That death made to ensure its darkling deed,
By which your fate has veiled its curtains
When eye of your day once closed, you part’d
Whilst away like our lost rapture, even burns.
But stains the world your kindred love, sure never die . . . 4
Cold for night, cold her mind, a stone in ages,
Where palest moon stillness gloom in life's wades,
This the newest alarm kindl'd eager ears,
Ah! Death has slumbered from the mortal vales!
That beast, made your passage for illness, tell—
Nor awful death vouchsafe age's sincere falls?
Tell life—the direst breath of rustic spell
Crept with lone the night has ringed the awful bell.
When her dear soul is fled, o' grieves—my hearten will! 5
EPITAPH
“love had ten thousand flowers Bloomed on those cheeks, like an angel you came as haste to earth and Opened the joys breast until the sun’s has faded, fatigued with self-heat of burden Left the world to keep the loads to the enchanting night.
Nithin Purple
Thursday, January 12, 2017
An Author interview for Venus and Crepuscule
1.What inspired you to write this book?
The sadness which occupied the poet as a result of inconsideration and negligence from the wild society. While writing his book his heart began to bleed, nobody helps him or
Promotes him, he is surrounded by enemies and falsehood community. The world behind him clatters its teeth with disdain and jealousy. But the poet doesn't bother anything and tries to bring both the Nature's fine beauty and his sad gloom into his work, as he finds pleasure with his madness. His mental stress and agony grow wider and wider, he gives birth to his fine lyrical work. The poet collects the beautiful views he gets from his native village, he sits inside the green forest, near the lakes, lagoons, near the sea and writes his poetry.
2. Summarize your book in one to three sentences as if you were speaking to someone unfamiliar with your book and its topic.
The book has both beauty and gloominess, he likes to decorate his book with it, to give the reader anxiety, fear and agony (the real emotions of the poet itself), he tries to inject it amongst his readers to understand him and help him, he is waning day after day, and his books exhibit the various beautiful elements of the kind nature. The book is a collection of metaphysical and insightful and visionary material.
3. What is the overall theme (central topic, subject or concept) of your book?
The book is a travel of a poor poet soul, who is abandoned by a careless world. He invents a new style of lyrical poetry in this modern world where the community hesitates to read and accept his views. His beloved gives him strength and enforcement to his mind to do the best literature.
4. Where does this book take place?
The book is happening inside the pastoral villages of Kerala, beautiful ever green lands of god's own blessed regions. The poet's gloominess begins when he goes away from his native village for a job, since that he gets mental tortures from his enemies nearby.
5. Who are the main characters and why are they important to the story?
The poet recalls an acquainted widow woman inside the book, his dead grandparents, his native friends and foes, his native forests, his forlorn lover, his own spirit, his own solitude
6. Why do you think that this book will appeal to readers?
The book is sincerely talking the sadness of the poet self, he says, he melts with his work while composes it, he gives his full soul to touch the readers mind, for them to read and understand his plight of having low privilege in this world.
7. How is your book relevant in today’s society?
Liberty and privilege are necessary for a human being, it doesn't matter which category he comes from, but the thing is, if he is having skills to entertain a society, they have to accept him and appreciate his talents. But what we see here is about a wild community, which disdains him and waits to throw stone on his forehead. This book gives an awakening for the world and its present unconventional community.
8. Is there any subject currently trending in the news that relates to your book?
poetic justice is necessary for those who write from their hearts. Still writers and poets struggle why? they are really tortured souls, either compressed by the tyranny or the low consideration they get from the society.
9. What makes your book different from other books like it?
The book has beauty and gloominess, people like it definitely because it helps them to know how much sadness the poet has and also the book guides them to show the rare beauty of nature. The meter and rhyme you can check, the matching of equal sound one another and the writings have a beat, it is conventional style and the new generation can’t fulfill or care on their works.
10. What do you want readers to take away from your writing?
Visionary views, new words usage, to bring the culture back, the new lyrical style,
Poet’s accuracy on rhyme and meter, beauty concepts and its facet.
11. Who are the heroes who inspired you?
Experience by reading, the reading of very cultural and aesthetic materials of very old works , works of Dante,Virgil and reading the romantic poets like pb shelley, Keats and Byron.
12. Is there a particular passage from your book you’d like us to utilize? If so, please provide.
The real happiness aims in me mystery; the true happy soul in me has enemies that I named as grits and black clouds. Me travel through the greatest sadness, then makes me weep, I weep for a knowledge wind to blow, the incandescence of its very rays to touch me. I had my death in many circumstances throughout the life. The insatiate waters, where I drowned to get my mere soul back to the work. The streamlined Nature I always dreamed of to travel though the very pigments of it, like summer-the last time I used to bend down my head pondering a melancholy scene. To the winter, I belonged to the nowhere land hiding away from the frozen torrents over me, some thrown stones on my forehead with disdain and jealousy. The spring, my pleasant climate, where I always sought my beloved’s face over the blooming blossoms over the smiling flowers and the longing cornfields for a monsoon rain. Towards the autumn, the mellowing fruits and clustery flowers will recognize my poet and may be the poesy, which gives them seeds of change. I wept, yes I wept for nothing but a knowledge stream to steep my head.
PERSONAL INFORMATION:
1. Please supply us with an author bio. Do not include anything you do not want shared with the media
Nithin Purple is an Indian poet, story writer and Artist, who delivers a new style of Romantic and Insightful poetry and stories through his mesmerizing works. He follows a conventional vogue of Literature and is much committed with Nature and its various elements. The Metaphysical connection between human and the world outside is a strong proof of his writings. Visionary and motivational quest oriented topics were keenly selected throughout his Literature. He has nostalgic dreams to apply in poetry, prose or any sort of creative work. A graphic mind in him helps to force his boundless language that circles a passionate tinge to diffuse his Career.
2. What other books have you written?
'HALCYON WINGS'—THESE PASSIONS FEATHERS ARE GATHERING ON A WINGED VISION (2014),
'THE BELL RINGING WOMAN' —A BLUE BELL OF INSPIRATION(2015 )
3. Do you have an existing website? If so,
please provide the web address.
www.nithinpurple.com
please provide the web address.
www.nithinpurple.com
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
Nithin Purple, The Bell Ringing Woman
Nithin Purple, The Bell Ringing Woman
Posted under Partridge India Author Blogs
Jun 15
Partridge India introduces Nithin Purple, author of The Bell Ringing Woman. Below, Nithin tells us, in his own words, about his book and himself.
ABOUT THE BOOK
‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ by Nithin Purple embarks from a mystic mind (of the Narrator) who was guided by a woman of Inspiration; literally he called ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’. When he sat pondered in his drawing room, a flash of fire clasped his mind and took him into far worlds of wonders. The ardent mind of him with emergent passion led him travel with a great pleasure. The narrator began to tell his mind’s reflection, so as to make the journey a hopeful, philosophical and revolutionary with the extraordinary and direful visions he had. The book was conceived with his greatest warmth of mind. The iconic travel was with the aid of an external soul (‘The Bell Ringing Woman’); who communicated deeply with a human spirit (narrator of the story). The narrator beautifully tells the story with some by past flavors of antiquity, he considered ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ as an icon of the present world’s courageous femininity, who takes the narrator into four European countries like Ancient Greece, Cultural Italy, pastoral Ireland and Revolutionary Germany. There are four different incidents occurring throughout their travel in a Golden Chariot drawn by two powerful horses. The journey was far above the vault of the skies, as it is a journey of imagination itself, limitless.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
INFLUENCES
I was inspired by romanticism and the greatest Romantic poets and Authors of all times.
PB Shelley and Matthew Lewis amongst uppermost.
FOR THE READERS OF MY BOOK
Art, Poetry and Dreams are the ingredients of a gentle youth; it has a flow like the ebbing ocean waves to and fro.
EVENTS
I was called to give interviews about my books through some television channels. The National newspapers took the copies of my books to write features. Media like Face book and Instagram were helping me in promoting them as well.
FOR THE INSPIRING AUTHORS
The good readers are the real Authors of future. The more you read, the more knowledge you capture to write and express. Because time is endless and boundless, use your time to read and anew the thoughts.
PARTRIDGE INDIA
It’s a wonderful experience for me publishing with partridge India, especially thankful for my publishing service consultant Pohar Baruah from Indiana for supporting me in proofreading ,editing and designing my material and all those who spent their time for making my book ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ a successful one.
Websites:
www.nithinpurple.com
http://amazon.com/author/nithinpurple
Sunday, January 17, 2016
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