Thought Bubbles

This is a fairy tale with Angels and Demons, Where the beauty falls for the beast, Where poles kiss each other, As the moon blooms in the East. Hear, the sound of love, As the oceans caress the skies, As the winds ruffle the leaves, With a contented sigh. Here, the souls sing in harmony, Unceasing, night and day alike. The melody flows on beautifully, As the clock continues to strike. Time ceases to exist, As their eyes meet. Lost in each other's depths, The hearts continue to beat.                                      -Pavithra Seshadri Image Courtesy : Google Images

                                                    It was the day of  English viva-voce exam for the final years at school. All of us were frantically practising our speeches on the given topics at the last minute. The fact that the score would count for our public exam adding stress to our tensed minds.  The teacher walked in and took her seat. One by one, she began calling us to present our speeches in the order of our assigned roll numbers.  I remember feeling extremely nervous and unprepared. I sat fidgeting in my seat as I kept reciting my presentation over and over in my head. Shortly, I was called to deliver my speech.  I walked to the front of the classroom, and the teacher asked me to begin, with her pen poised to mark my score on the sheet, and a gentle smile on her face. I drew in a deep breath and face...

The path ahead stretches dark,  Where the monster awaits eagerly! Hold your sword in an iron grip And tighter yet, this thread, oh warrior thee! As you unfurl the string, behold this elaborate maze,  Where beginning and end are lost to sight, Built to confuse, trap, and devour the naive, Be certain to hold on with all your might! Step into it with your head held high, Do not be scared, for the beast senses fear! Bravery, the true weapon of a warrior, Hold it in your heart as you draw near! There, listen, the roar of the beast! Even as your blood freezes in fright, Oh Warrior, remember to never turn back! Hold on to your sword, and prepare to fight! As the fiend spots you and draws closer, With glowing eyes, dark as Death's, Soldier thee, never surrender, Hold your gaze as you glimpse at its depths! There a tear, here a slash, charge ahead And battle the beast clawing at you! When pain creeps in and blood gushes out,  Hold on, the way out is through! When the b...