Holes

The emptiness that tempts sleep
to simply fade far far away
It is the smoke of a burnt out candle,
choking, suffocating entangling. It is
the facade of a fatal kiss
drawing the breath, invading
surrounding, occupying but intangible.
It is the feeling of incomplete,
a vastness that occupies , yet is barren
the emptiness of the soul. Wreck less
puppet-erring of the body, with the
charred remnants of the will
Floating effortlessly, uselessly in this void.
They are the holes that fill
our every futile breath
Unanswered questions torment existence
refuted faith, left to rot in its hole.
The holes that haunt the living,
When reality ebbs mercurial,
The holes that dissolve the dead.
Nandi 12-27-07

On the Pier simple thoughts from the Ebb

With each Ebb and flow,
it is wonderful how the sounds can calm the mind
In front of the water I stood ,
looking into the distance at nothing in particular
simply listening to the ebb of the tide
wishing, wanting daring to dream
daring to hope,
How is it that water can calm so much
maybe it is indeed a purifier, a cleanser,
not just for the body
washes away the turmoils of the day,
from the mind.
so many thoughts,
Watching the fishermen thinking,
why are they allowed to steal the
food of other animals for sport?
Wicked eyes glaring at the water,
cautious eyes shining from the watery world,
The only animal that hunts for sport.
humans are so greedy!
The lust to catch a helpless fish,
prancing around acting as if they have won?
Ah the creature is clever he swims away,
The hunter is angry he plans to lure tomorrow.
Softly it comes in an breaks upon the rocks,
again it washes
again it calms
the thoughts flow back in,
Is there someone else, on this Pier
listening, watching, thinking
allowing the rhythmic splashing, breaking
to ease into their soul
someone somewhere on this Pier,
afraid, worried, sad,
but content and whispering a prayer
Thinking about the moonlight
like a silent brush , illuminating the water
Thinking about the earth, crying,
Thinking about man, wondering,
Smiling to the wind,
Crying silently within,
Enjoying the silence,
The tide continues its eternal Ebb
pulled back and forth by that enigma in the sky,
It is time to go.

Nandi
05-01-07

The puppet-master

He watched, toying with strings
within a shift of the moon,
as the earth floated in its cosmic drift
unveiling the script,
forged from the fires of desire
hesitant a pendulum did swoon.


The peaceful sky coerced to a shift
as if caught in heavenly debate
the stars started their celestial dance
tied with these strings to her fate,
In this play of decisively planned chance.

The puppet master played in the sky
with the string that tugged on her heart
to which misery and love it did tie
hurt the most, as it tore apart,
her soul fatigued and febrile.

Then with a spark and the Orgasmic coupling
of thought and fury.
An insidious plot was formed,
as the decision to love came
quite suddenly.
nothing but a coward in this love ,
more fearful that it would be returned.
could she risk everything
by letting him know?

The puppeteer kept on playing and in a moment
was about to make this doll weep
when by a sudden intrusion of fate,
or be it a premeditated blunder
she looked deep into the mirror
catching his eyes...
This doll caught in the unreality,
there was no way out,
Bound to a tale,
threaded with cause and doubt
In the very belly of hell,
whispered the torments.
She looked at the reflection,
of that sorrowful being trapped in the sky.
and in an instant, he was caught.

In the exaggerated defense of this plot,
Which she had so cleverly devised.
She took away the player,
With a wicked glint in her eyes.
he became tangles in those very strings
now bound by fate
both caught in this game
the puppeteer and the doll
tangled in their own bonds forever.
Nandi
01-21-07
I started it on 3/31/06
I removed the first verse from this, it was actually intended for another poem