The Song of the Hearts

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

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The First Song I Fell in Love With

I was around three at that time. Amma and Appa used to go by train to work. My kindergarten school was near the railway station, and at a walkable distance from home. Amma would leave earlier, so most of the times Appa (and sometimes my Uncle and Aunt), would take me, (and my cousin), to school and then board the train later. I would mostly occupy the last bench in the class, because from the window at the back of the room, the railway station could be seen and I would wave to my dad from there, and he would wave back as he boards the train. Whenever Appa used to take me to school, he would try to keep me engaged in a conversation to take my mind off the distance (which was only around 1 km, but to my three year old self it seemed like a never ending journey.) So, he used to teach me rhymes, songs, or speak to me of some stories from his childhood. It was during one of those walks that he introduced a song to me, he would sing and ask me to repeat it, and then explain th...

Sound of Moonlight

The lights begin to dim, as she walks in; Draped in silver threads, is her glowing skin. Like the quivering butterfly wings, Her eyelids flutter close, as she sings. Her voice resounds across the sky, Holding the triumph of a child’s first cry. The song is filled with joy and mirth, Like the music of a flower’s birth. So softly, the melody flows, Rustling their feathers as the nightingales doze. Enchanted by her beautiful beam, The stars around her blush and gleam. As she walks along the aisle, The waves rise to watch her smile. She sounds like the thrill of bedtime stories, And like laughter, free of worries. Like the curiosity in a child’s eyes, Like mischiefs and innocent lies. Like the mysteries that hide in the dark, Like the joyous cries of the skylark. She echoes the soft breaths of kids, As sleep begins to caress their eyelids. She voices the longing of lovers and their wistful sighs, As a ray of hope brightens the skies. The world is lost in the beauty of her song, Until anoth...

This Too Shall Pass!

This too, shall pass! A raging fear or a flicker of faith, A desperation to hold on to, Or an overwhelming urge to let go; The need to cling on to the memories, Or for once, to just forget and move on; It's time slipping past your fingers As the darkness closes in, Or a hope of a new dawn; The tides ebb and flow, And yet, they wait for none. There's always a win, There's always a loss, Still, the game goes on. Despite the highs and lows, And everything in between, We hold on, we let go, This too, shall pass! -Pavithra Seshadri

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