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