MUSUBI - Knots of time

 Two threads in a braided cord

Twisting, tangling around each other

Unraveling, meeting again in a faded accord

"Musubi"-  the threads connected, the wind chimed 

Knotted together, altered the fiery waves of time

Two weary travelers on the same road

Two souls on the same stream, the same boat

One trying to crawl out of the vines that dangle her

One trying to stop the spread of his black heather

They looked up and saw each other on the other side

The water around the boat found peace,

A less turbulent ride.

Time flew, their hands touched  

Destinies intertwined, 

Their sorrows declutched

He helped her out of the vines

She made him believe again in life

The morning shined!

The threads were twisted tight,

Either they will find peace 

Or will die in their plights

"Musubi" - the knots of time, 

The story of a neverending cycle, 

The winds still chimed.

The Nights of Ms. Moonie & Shadow

The water is so blue & calm. It gives birth to new life and sustenance to the existing without passing any judgment. Isn't is cruel for it to take the same life it gave birth to? Everybody says that it's weird for me to have such thoughts but these thoughts are all that I have. I hate this cycle, the one that everyone claims to be eternal and divine. I...

"Isn't it weird that you are writing his name already in your book? The final verdict is still pending."

I look up to witness the beauty that transcends time itself. Her white light soothes lost and tired souls even in my darkest nights. It gives them hope and sometimes makes them overcome their plight. Sometimes, I wonder whether I have hope like them. I think that others are right when they say that I am the odd one because it's so weird for someone like me to have such thoughts but still I feel glad whenever she comes.

"Hey, what are you wondering? Don't you want to watch the proceedings?- You sure are an odd one, Shadow "

"What is there to watch Ms. Moonie? I will take this one anyway. There is nobody coming to help him."

She looked at me - " You are too quick to give up! They are the old man's most precious creatures. They are capable of great deeds just like the old man."

"So, you think the old man does great deeds, huh?"

"And you don't?"

"He can see their past, present, and future but still allows them to kill their own kind & cause destruction to the worlds they inhabit. They are the kind who would walk to their own destruction without a care in the world. The old man calls them precious, I don't see anything precious about them. The same way I don't believe that the old man cares anymore. It is only you and I who attend every proceeding that goes on in this world and runs this wicked cycle of life and death. Have you ever seen him in your life? It is only the oracle who says he exists. We have seen a hundred thousand and forty-two proceedings in this from midnight till now which includes this one, a mother drowning her own son in the lake after drugging him. Do you think this is a great deed or that he cares about the life or death of these mortals? Don't you think he would object if watched a man raping his own daughter & come to save her? I don't even think he exists!"

Tears trickle down her cheeks and fall on the ground. A bunch of lilies grows out of it. She picks up one of them.
"Do you know the story of Yin & Yang?"
"No, I  haven't but--"
"There is a race of humans that believe there once was a sacred pond where two carps named Yin & Yang lived. Yang was bright and masculine. On the other hand, Yin was dark and feminine.It is said that Yin had a very negative view of the world. She did not believe in the supreme almighty. So, none of the other carps liked her except for Yang. Yang loved her and followed her everywhere to save her from all kinds of trouble she faced. They were lives were full of happiness and joy. But one day Yang contracted a terminal illness. Yin went to all the other carps for help, but no one could anything. Days passed and Yang started to lose his ability to breathe. Yin was extremely unhappy and started crying for help from the almighty."

"But he didn't show up right?"

"No, but an oracle did."

"Our oracle?"

"She came and asked Yin that why should the almighty help her? She doesn't even believe in him. But she insisted that Yang did believe in him with all his heart. He can at least perform a miracle for him. The oracle warned Yin that his wonderful miracles go in hand in hand with his dreadful punishments. To save Yang she had to sacrifice something, an eye for an eye, a soul for a soul"

"What was the punishment?"

"Maintaining the eternal cycle of life and death, she would have to be like him for an eternity, a preserver of souls and he would have to be like her, the destroyer, the collector of souls"

" I don't understand that is what we do---"

She gives him the lily.

"I don't ... I don't understand..."

With tears in her eyes, she took my dark hands  - "It's better to leave all that alone, as we can only witness things and never know. If you know you cease to exist."

The lily turns into blue glowing smog and surrounds the black skeletal man. he takes out his book and starts writing

On the other side of the lake, the son struggles out of the water and reaches the bank.

" Another soul saved Shadow. I told you were hasty in writing his name."

"I can't remember what happened, Ms. Moonie. It's so weird that I---"

The white entity grinned - " A Miracle happened, Shadow"

The Face of Black

 What makes a human? 

The raw & pure insincerity,

Or the deceitful sermon ?

What makes a society ?

The strong, the rich , the popular,

or the ones who withhold propriety?

And what about the dire losers?

The outcasts, the unpopular 

Should they be stabbed in their jugulars?

You think I am a cynic, a malevolent mind

I am the gimmick, the one behind

with my footsteps on both ships,

the popular and the outcasts, until I trip 

Into the abyss , the one people say is dark and cold

But I am lost and confused , let the evil unfold....