Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown

By Nithin Purple

Silently the poet revenges a prideful society as he puts his rhyme one after one onto the paper, blood drips from his pen when he writes with an extremely agitated mind. Nothing makes him happy except his solitary state. He travels at times when he gets opportunity to collect beauty surrounded by the kind nature. Curiosity sparks from his brain to research and lights the lamps of visions. When the bitter world ignored him, the very sadness captured his mind. Then darkness and dread visions followed him. Each poem he composes begins to live in its own truth as they have the flavors of his extremely experienced incidents of life.

By blending his mind's conceived elements of both charm and gloom, the poet delivers to the world his fine lyrical work. He details, with notes below every poem, the cause of its invention.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Dec 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482887501

Nithin Purple

Nithin Purple is an Indian poet, storywriter, 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. His published works are Halcyon Wings—These Passions Feathers Are Gathering on a Winged Vision (2014) and The Bell Ringing Woman —A Blue Bell of Inspiration (2015).

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Copyright © 2016 by Nithin Purple.

Author of ‘HALCYON WINGS’—THESE PASSIONS FEATHERS ARE GATHERING ON A WINGED VISION (2014) & ‘THE BELL RINGING WOMAN’ —A BLUE BELL OF INSPIRATION (2015)

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4828-8751-8

      eBook         978-1-4828-8750-1

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CONTENTS

INSIDE A GREEN FOREST

Beauty, Wilderness, Observation

TORTURE

For The One Who Hurt Me

SUMMER- INSIDE THE DUNGEON

Suffering Inside A Dark Cell

ON SITTING UPON A ROCK LOOKING THE SEA

Why I have Madness, When Others Are Free From Torture

LOVE THAT WAKED

When For The First Time I Grabbed The Love!

HOLIDAY ON A STREET

On A Hopeless Night

WILD ECSTASY & MUSIC - A DAY DREAM

By A Daydream, I went to Greece

WHEN THERE IS FEAR

This Fear Is Nothing In Front Of My Pen

WHEN THE SULLEN EVENING ARRIVED

Aha! How Beautiful The Moon Lamp

WHEN SLEEP COMES

Sleep Has Something Silent!

WORDS THOUGHTS AND MUSIC

Poetry My Soul Touched Poetry!

GALLENT PRIDE & OUR WORLD

Say One Of The Deadly Sin

TELL ME YOUR HEART SECRETS

As She Said Everything To Me

POETS OF NATURE

A Dedicated Work

REFORMER’S VOICE

The Roaring Voice Of The One Who Loves Change

NIGHT

The Rare Secrets Of Night

ON MY WRITING

My Link With The Insight Giving Nature

WHY LAMENTING NATURE

Tell Me The Cause Of Your Sadness

DREAMS OF DEAD SPIRITS

Am Recovering With An Aid Of Such Spirits

SPIRIT

When It Comes To Me Rarely

LONELINESS

This Word Is Absolutely Divine

BELOVED-THE FIRST MEETING

Love’s Fine Wings Flying Through His Dream

ANTIQUITY

Roots Of Gold

FRESH WINGS OF WINTER

Such A Wonderful Feel On Earth

THE RARE SECRETS OF LOVE

How Do You Feel When I say The Secret

O’ SEASONS

The Most Observed Things Are Now On Paper

LOW MELANCHOLY STRINGS SOUL SHALL TUNE

This Time Am Low

A COMBAT

This A Debate

BIRTH AND DEATH

The Features Of Rise And Fall

MY MOTHER’S EMERALD LAND

Dedicated To Kerala

LIFE LIKE WANING MOON

What is Wrong To Say Life Is Waning?

PAIN, PAIN, ENOUGH YOUR TIGRINE ROARS BEFORE I DIE

Every Line Has Pain Touched

A SOLITARY WIDOW SAT WEEP

Written For An Acquainted Person

BACK TO MY VILLAGE

I need Some Peace From My Village

FOR A LADY NOMORE

For The Unrequited

LONGING TO LIVE

Aye, I need to Live

A MOON LOST NIGHT

Where Is The Moon?

NATURE’S ETERNAL SYSTEMS

Heigho, This The Query

FRIENDS & FOES

For My Goodness, I live Lonely

INNOCENCE IS A FLOWER BUD

The Girl Of Innocence

PREFACE

A personal opinion, straight away from the heart is better to begin an introduction now. I wrote this preface, on a gloomy crepuscular evening amidst pains and frustrations in its great level or depth. The dusk paved my mind all the preparations for the agonies to walk safe, with its varying moods and through many directions. I do love to speak openly, with all my throbbing secrets, not to hide from the world, since I cannot conceal my wilderness and its harmony, and the madness I have in me due to the undulating circumstances I had to face in life. I always enjoy writing and ever did, which was really a peace like relief for me from an occupied sadness I had known. While living in such a wild society, the melancholy began to wander in me like a firm cloud of its overwhelmed sadness, and it had in me in an unknown quantity. The world at present never loves or respects me, I agree for a greatest degree; for I am the newly sprouted bud, still simple for your greater thoughts, when think of it. However, awakened be my thoughts, which if they were emitted because of the pensive character I have, it is true, and I love sadness and its overflowing beauty. The book, if you do scan to the greatness of your mind, you will have your own flavors, because, you often pretend to be happy in this strange universe. The conceived material of its whole contents, like a book you can say, was done while I were staying inside a dark cell of anxiety, it was my life which tempted me to write and move