The Bell Ringing Woman: A Blue Bell of Inspiration

By Nithin Purple

The Bell Ringing Woman tolls him inspiration from behind the paths of his travel; he reaches the European world as his insight travels. He moves across the Mediterranean and finds pastoral Greece and ponders with dreams, where he cries for his lost love in the midst of a reality like dream. He wakes from bed and searches for her but cant see her ,then says adieu to her with the relief that the bell ringing woman is with him. He visits Italy and sees Florence, where the talisman of European renaissance once rested. He has to move to Ireland, where he reaches Aran Islands, describes his sins in life, and finds remorse by an Irish priest who gives him a new life. After leaving there, the bell ringing woman guides him to Germany, where he becomes a Nature lover. He has direful views about revolution, demolishing world, politics, enmity, and Religious riots. There he was killed by a dream. The journey is literally a mystic soul to human communication.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Dec 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482868135

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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Contents

Preface

Acknowledgement

1 AMOR- WHEN PASSIONS DISMANTLED

2 THE BELL RINGING WOMAN’S MEANDERING IN GREECE

3 AVENGERS AWAKE

4 THE BELL RINGING WOMAN’S WANDERING IN ITALY

5 AWAY FROM SUICIDE

6 THE BELL RINGING WOMAN’S WANDERING IN IRELAND

7 A GERMAN DREAM

8 THE BELL RINGING WOMAN’S JOURNEY TO GERMANY

9 CLOUDY ROMANCE

10 HOW HE BECOMES A WRITER

11 ON A POET

12 TWIN BIRDS

Also from Nithin Purple

Halcyon Wings

These Passions Feathers Are Gathering On A Winged Vision

(Partridge publishers-2014)

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is a society where none intrudes

By the deep sea, and music in its roar

I love not man the less, but Nature more

-LORD BYRON

Preface

A s a new stream of change, a conscious fortification is essential for the minds, so the world needs a conversion sooner. Literature is one of the reliefs we have at present. To convey a society by calm and peaceful writings. The book aimed to be such, how beautiful when the words swim as the waves of zeal. The ocean roars’ across some poetic language is compulsory here.

The World is now quiet in a mess; here people have to know the true spirit of Nature. The Society needs to have courage. They have to have the strength to think. So let us think together. That strength determines from strong pulse of knowledge, a lamp that guides you. You look into the dreams of Socrates and Aristotle, those who loved a cultural change for the society by their extraordinary philosophies. You wonder and see the beat of their unending quest.

I have visions of those heroes, who wanted an innovation. They sacrificed them and quit their lives for a change. Nature needs true men and a good breathing society, wise and cultured with trust and sincerity. In this journey of life, I have to show you the need of knowledge through some mere invention of mind.

‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ was chiseled by my passion of mind. The story is literally a soul to human communication by the iconic journey which ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ takes the narrator to very cultural countries like Greece, Italy, Ireland and Germany. There were no bars in front of me when I wrote this book. It has freedom of expression. Let me dedicate the book for the welfare of humanity.

NithinPurple

Acknowledgement

T his book is dedicated for the ‘Muse’ and my ‘Love,’ whose supports undoubtedly created inspiration for this creation. To my parents, who supported me all through my Life.

To my little sister, who is giving mental courage to continue the work.

My hearty wishes for renowned poet & poetess, Timothy & Hilda

From Virginia, to them I frequently write letters and we used to converse.

To all my friends and well-wishers across and abroad,

‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ is dedicated.

AMOR-

WHEN PASSIONS

DISMANTLED

A mor—God of love, imbued with your consort, Psyche³and took me to a panoptical world of opinions, and it was in a night of extravagant freedom, where I could not feel it was a dream in a primordial domain. I sensed as if I was with my darling soul, to whom I had aught of secrets to hide to launch a milky thought in the tapestries alike inner self.

The green has widened for an Arcadian delight, and over the sky, the sun had departed. But the moonlit beams unshackled the sulky spells of life. Moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion. Sweet birds were unnumbered in masses, of versatile, apparently by a rare origin as if from an old-world, in a night that gave a nine-fold strength and fancied by the deep current of emotions. Unconsciousness obeyed the wispy psyche, and of some tiresome wanting, I would, no longer want my body again, when the soul was somewhere beyond the horizon. My Pains are swelling in me; agony crept to me in all of its forms.

In a newborn hope, I talked to a bird of golden feathers, among the flock:

"I loved you of being sensible and curious bound and your dart capturing senses. I was a person lacking strength and waiting for a moral Courage for my soul, to do my work. I do fly with my own world of thoughts with my aggressive nature in hope of someone who can promote me in real life. But Life doesn’t seem that for me, yet’’

The bird replied:

"Excited, on hearing your words o’ man, as you shattered in yourself with pain, that occupied somewhere between your spirit and success. I can bring