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Monday, October 4, 2010

Symphony Of Swords... First Look...

Two swords. Each forged with the birth of the heirs of the Shiro and Natsuke families. The princess, from the dynasty of light and the prince, from the dynasty of eternal darkness. The empires witnessed the collision of the Angels of Light and the Demons of eternal darkness each trying to outdo the other. Enraged with this breach of etiquette, the goddess of thunder Kaminari appeared and pronounced a prophecy: Eternal light and darkness shall cease to exist separately and they shall merge and become one.
The swords were made by Japan's finest craftsman. The one made for Oriana the princess of light was engraved with a sheaf of cherry blossoms. This venerable weapon came to be called by the beautiful name of 'Birds' Song'. The sword forged for Ryuu, the prince of darkness was engraved with the symbol of death and so very artfully the sword was called 'Whisper of Death'.
Yet Fate did not want the heirs to receive their destinies so easily. She wanted eternal light and eternal darkness to meet and merge. She had special plans for them and wanted to comply with the prophecy of Kaminari for she had not yet forgiven the angels and demons for leaving their worlds and coming to the middle world (earth) for a war. Yet she was gentle and merciful enough to realize that the baby prince and princess were not the cause of the war. She wanted both the worlds to realize their own worth and not to identify and stereotype each other as good and evil. She wanted them to understand that shadows exist wherever there is light.
The swapping of the sword remains unexplained to this day for Sanako-sama very carefully and with great reverence had wrapped the swords and put it in their covers before delivering it to the emperors. It was still more mysterious how no one noticed the switch. The truth was that Fate had bound illusions to the swords making the demon symbol seem like the sheaf of cherry blossoms and vice versa to all but the user.
Thus, passed sixteen years. Years full of bewilderment foe the young heirs on account of their swords.
Both were extremely well trained in Kenjutsu and their Katana techniques. Oriana was constantly surrounded by radiance in the Palace of Light where there was eternal spring. Yet the young princess was more serious than her elders and was tomboyish and very unladylike according to her mother. She had accomplished herself in the art of sword fighting much to the chagrin of her parents. She loved to indulge in rough games and often went out riding all by herself worrying the members of the Royal Household.

Beauty

Red roses...so beautiful...last only a season...ever wonder... How beautiful things last for such a short time... yet they always leave a lifelong impression on our hearts... Have you ever noticed how they come studded in thorns... like the lovely cardinal rose...like a sad violin symphony is infinitely more beautiful than the jolly one... 

Beauty has no utility,because beauty is not a "means", it is an end in itself.
-Sri Sri Ravi Shankar  

Frailty


Frailty,
She dresses you in her brittle cloak,
Turning you into crystal...
Seeping the strength from you,
As the rain falls in hot October,
Brushing the dust from outside the windowsill into your eyes,
This rain is so strange,
Its never rained in October before...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

First Look

The first time he saw her... mocha skin... smiling beautifully as she danced at the cafe...moving beautifully... like she had descended from the heavens... a red flower smiling gaily from behind her ear... There was fey magic in the air... he felt as if she was beckoning to him and him alone as she danced...

Snow Queen

Weariness... descends slowly like winter's first snow... her black hair swirling over her ivory face... hands raised... the katana ready to strike the lethal blow... The sword comes down... slicing her opponent in half... the blade is covered in gore...she lifts her hand and brushes her cheek... now her face looks blood in snow...Alas the snow queen had arrived... with her icy promise of death...

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Awaken

Doubt gently brushes its wings against my mind as I see his sleeping face... The last time it had subdued me completely... He had not woken for so long... Now as his head lies on my lap... I know he will wake again in the morning...

Rumors



Shallow

More in my face 
Than is my taste
I grow so weary I'll surrender

To what they say
Let them lead the way
Till' I can no longer remember

My darling dreams
Prewritten scenes
Whatever felt my own

So to save face
I'll take my place
Where I may safely feel alone

Glad the waters are so shallow
When the river runs so cold

I'm quick to wait
Too slow to take
They call me gracious for my patience

And I feel proud
Under that shroud
And all the while it's all evasion

Some humor here 
To fend off fear
And I'm a little more lost, oh dear

So to save face
I'll hold my place
So I may safely feel alone...



©Poets Of The Fall


Rumours... All of us face them... Sometimes they malign us... Or someone we know...  Strangely sometimes they even test us... Of our resilience... Our sense of principles... Sometimes... They unmask our real selves to our own selves... sometimes a strange rumour crops up... One where our enemy's the one in pain... The way we react to it shows us much about ourselves... even though it might be false in the end... Its almost like judgement day... But here we're only judged by our heart of hearts... which knows us since our conception... If we shatter our principles like glass... we can never recover their original form but if we pass... we realize there might not be the purity of truth in it... but at least if it were true we 've passed... Our higher consciousness accepts us and we realise we're still in the whiteness of purity and light not the stygian darkness... That our night indeed turned into day and did not last in eternal darkness...     


Aberration

Aberration... Ever realised you live right in the middle of a frothing sea of aberration?.... The innocent punished for things they didn't commit... Fourteen years of blood tears flowed from two black eyes... The guilt borne by the one who delicately balances your world... Who keeps his life hanging by a thread only so you don't have to lose yourself in the pain... Fourteen years... For fourteen years... He held me... Took over the responsibilities of the ones who deserted me... abandoned me... Now the time has come for me to abandon him... Aberration... Is there ever an end to it... Do we ever have refuge from it?... I wonder...

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Reaction

On your palm an endless wonder

Lines that speak the truth without a sound

In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger

Already looks for prey to run down

Where's the cooling wind



Where's the evergreen field

Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line

Poets Of The Fall- Where do we draw the line?

What should you feel... What should you feel when that apparition... that apparition that rejoiced in your evident demise... should itself be lost in the darkness... the same darkness which they had craved for you to be lost in... Should we choose our facade... Smiling, rejoicing in their pain... or switch sides... take its side and share in its grief... wailing and weeping for the pain that it bears.... or should we just let it go... let it go... it meant nothing to me... no rejoice... no sorrow... neutrality... be the one who never grieves... the one who looks at pleasure in one eye and pain in the other... like Brutus?

Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth. But the world isn't perfect, and the law is incomplete. Equivalent Exchangedoesn't encompass everything that goes on here. But I still choose to believe in its principle: that all things do come at a price. That there's an ebb, and a flow, a cycle. That the pain we went through did have a reward and that anyone who's determined and perseveres will get something of value in return, even if it's not what they expected. I don't think of Equivalent Exchange as a law of the world anymore. I think of it as a promise between my brother and me - a promise that someday, we'll see each other again.

— Alphonse Elric
    

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

No Limit

Wings... Snow white wings beating wildly against the sky... The powdered azure... The blazing sun... Nothing could compare with the beauty of this frantic desire to get away...To just get away from the fervour... From bondage to freedom... A hawk was chasing after it... Both graceful fliers... Two sharp shapes across the sky... Burnt Umber... Snow white feathers stark against the sky... Beauty lies deep within the dove's being... an olive branch messenger of peace... The eagle's sombre feathers signals the death of freedom... the death of flight... Of desire... Identity... Both graceful... Both beautiful... Gliding... Flapping frantically... The chase... Bondage following freedom... Which do you choose?... Take that which you love... The bondage of rules or the flight of the sky... where there's no limit... no limit  at all...