Brindha's Musings

We lead our lives

Like we read books on paper

Characters come alive

Just about from any corner

We craft our villain based on biased opinions

We conveniently suppress meaningful voices as comedians

We celebrate successes of only a few who we consider as winners

We claim to be the hero perfect in whatever we do

We take the authors seat and try to carve our destiny

Tactfully illustrated by our mind

But in the end we realise

We are none of these entities that we thought to be

But for the blank pages

Ready for another fine print

Love springs from hate

I hated her 

To the bottom of my heart

I din't know, 

Love would grow

To overflow...

A sprout, a leaf or a bloom

I was born again

In her heart's womb

Days, months or years

I wouldn't count

For eternity, in her core, she bears

Dawn, twilight or dusk

In her heart's confines

I bask, in joy

My heart in her's

Has no room for hate

She has shown me the way

To a lovely today!

A collection of poems about falling and rising in love

Pouring out my heartfelt thoughts ....