You drew me in your arms And swept me as if with a wand You blew me with your charm And we drifted past every land Over the land of kindness Atop the land of love Above the land of hope High up the land of joy And then we landed In no man's land Where we were lost In each other forever

Fear is fearsome When fear is a foe Embrace fear as a friend Freeing the mind from fear forever

This is an excerpt from my book 'Flight to Eternal Happiness'. Happiness is not a state that we should seek or look out for. In fact, contrary to popular belief, happiness is our natural state. It does not grow or diminish in value based on external or internal factors. If a blue bird, in spite of all the hardships, insecurities, uncertainties knows how to be happy, so can we! Happiness A surprise visitor, who would change the course of my life. The little blue bird landed in my garden on coarse grounds. The happy chirps against all the odds, the gentle wings braving the heaviest storms, in the vastness of space navigating its way, from mountain meadows to deserts, thriving every terrain with grit. Isn’t it for every reason? that we follow the happy bird in every season!

Rac(e)ism A race, that can never be won by force, hatred or bias A race, that none should participate A race, that should never take place A race, that You and me can end, for You and me are One

She has come here to change the world not by chance that her stories are untold She is born here for a cause not for any applause She grows up gifted not to be disrespected She blossoms like a flower not for a ransom She gives birth to lives not that a man can do She melts like wax not once judging the climax She can’t be boxed into roles not as mere models She always stopped just to let you go not to be stooped, that too by you She is a woman of substance, All she needs is acceptance Now that She is here for you You grow up too ! #NaPoWriMo #scribblesthatspeak

Begin, where Everything begins End, where Everything ends It’s real For the eyes that believe It’s unreal For the eyes that can’t perceive It’s seldom cared for But it’s the richest treasures of all It is unique to the human kind It’s our humanity!

Soulful summer No teachers or lessons no curriculum planned it’s a time for joy and fun off goes the school books and out come the leisure books it’s a time for vacation we burn the midnight oil, learn as we play and play as we learn it’s summer time we build castles in the air and leave no ideas to spare at the end of it all, we seal our dreams in our heart until next summer when we see our dreams sprout! #NaPoWriMo 24

Once I met a poem who was a gem of wisdom I fell in love with him So much so that I wanted none but him He was a jolly good fellow Who would allow me to follow Out I flew off my window through mountains and meadows to the world beyond joy and sorrow He bestowed me with a gift and I let myself drift for a permanent uplift I zipped my lip, freezed my thoughts and with a magic touch pretty words simply poured in a row! #NaPoWriMo 23 #scribblesthatspeak

A friend in disguise, enters your life Serving multitude of purpose A fast intruder, filling your life Every corner, with every color Cutting off ties with trusted old paper you don’t even know, he is a traitor One day, as you stand in a heap of plastic Poisoning the food chain, threatening life he would not go away for he is plastic and he is ever to stay #brindhas_musings #scribblesthatspeak

The feeling of Nothing to do Nowhere to go All you have are The wonderful moments From Sunrise to Sunset To immerse in the endless beauty of nature And waking up to who you are…. #scribblesthatspeak #brindhas_musings

…...I can be happy if the chase ends for that perfect house that perfect car that perfect partner that perfect life that perfection itself I can achieve all of this If only I am happy …… It’s a never-ending story until the chase changes to choice #NaPoWriMo 20 #scribblesthatspeak

I disguised as a baby Asked who am I ? It showed me an innocent I dressed up like an old lady Asked who am I ? It showed me a wrinkled I decked up like a princess Asked who am I ? It showed me a beauty I dressed up like a pauper Asked who am I ? It showed me a destitute Without any disguise Asked who am I ? It showed me my form Ever changing form How can that be me ? Perplexed by this I shattered the mirror lo and behold It revealed to me the truth Each piece reflected Its own form of me I understood it’s all A prank played by my mind My form is Nothing but an illusion #scribblesthatspeak #NaPoWriMo

Who can forget that Fluffy nutty cloudy icy desert How I drool at the thought of kulfi … In the lanes of Triplicane Where I grew up as a child After a rejuvenated day of games of Hopscotch (pandi), hide n seek (kannamoochi) Snakes n ladders (parama padam), ludo (dhaya kattai) Marbles (goli), spinning top (pambaram) And more .. From dawn to dusk Until mothers lovingly remember us scream at us to get back home finish our dinner just in time for oliyum oliyum (or chitrahaar) After the noisy streets have quietened the moon is in full bloom sequin-silver stars covering up the sky as though silently winking at me the chiming of the brass bell, ding-a-ling-ling from a distance, I hear rummaging my mother’s wallet for that five rupees coin calling out my beloved friends dashing to the streets almost at the same time as the ice-cream vendor halts at my doorstep with large earthen pots filled with kulfis there was no mango, vanilla or chocolate there was no choice, but one kulfi flavor our joy knew no bounds for choice causes chaos in the mind I have waited this far But the daunting part is now When I knew I am the last in the queue When I knew my brother would have it before me When I saw my dearest buddies starting to lick the kulfi My heart would melt Finally, the ice-cream vendor Would dearly call out my name I was brimming with enthusiasm and excitement For it was my turn Simple pleasures, are such treasures Me and my kulfi How I miss you… #scribblesthatspeak

The eucalyptus trees standing guard On either side of the entrance blushing at me spreading its aroma locking me in an embrace the gentle wind caressing yanking me inside the ancestral rosewood swing waiting for me unmoving suddenly fluttered rocking me up and down the iron chains singing carnatic songs within moments an accompaniment started I jumped down heading towards the musical sound The veena locked up in a cabinet All dusted yet the music melodious reminding me of my veena tutor There was just so much to see and do but I knew someone waited climbing the terrace, looking punctiliously at the tiny little tents the etching on the parapet walls the noise of the running feet the giggles of my friends… I was just completely consumed In total trance, until I jolted awake I knew it was I who waited!

Breaking free from a cocoon of a nuclear family We emerge as butterflies in this one world family!

It’s raining clarity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ , A shower of joy in the sky, when clouds gather to enjoy the clouds seem so real until it pours out as rain The sky is always clear A shower of the soul in the eyes, when emotions cloud the mind the clouds seem so real until it pours out as tears The mind is always clear

Navratri A creation from the divine She is here to shine, not just for days, nine do you see the twinkle behind her wrinkles do you see the sparkle under her dark circles do you see the beauty beneath her eye bags do you see the wisdom in her silvery hair do you see the power in her name do you see the might in her form do you see the vigor in her voice do you see the peace in her presence She is here, time and again to refine to set things in line A creation from the divine She is here to shine, not just for for days, nine

The worldly pleasures we seek Is not forever sweet The birth and death Cycles Are mere obstacles There is a place where Heaven and Earth meet Where everything is a treat Its the place where I see the God in me I See the God all around me

Penchant Poetry ! ------------------------- Pens and Pencils are my penpals With a penchant for poetry I see yellow in Aspen fall Some days starts with a suspense And I know not what would dispense On days when my mood is pensive It floods my mind and sharpens When my enthusiasm dampens It’s a friend to depend Its not for the penny or the pence It’s an outlet that deepens Sometimes mistakes do happen From a slip of the pen This door remains open Beyond penalty or penance Pens and Pencils are my penpals With a penchant for poetry I see yellow in Aspen fall

Clothed in white robes Symbolizing peace I come to visit you in the night sky With my constant tug of war with the Sun I make tides stabilizing your climate making your planet livable You see me in phases Waxing and waning ever changing I am busy reflecting my one face You sit in your balcony Admiring my beauty As if in harmony With thyself One close look at me And you would dread For, I can tell you I am all rocky and pitted I have allowed many visitors To come and go I am only glad I dint permit life in my space For, I like to admire you Away from a distance just as you do Drifting away from you , slowly giving you ample time to reflect Fear not, you will just be fine for in life , nothing is permanent