Showing posts with label Smitha Vishwanath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smitha Vishwanath. Show all posts

Saturday, January 17, 2026

God, the Puppeteer by Smitha Vishwanath

 

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God, the Puppeteer


They say God is a puppeteer
holding all the strings.

He decides when to put someone on stage
and when to pull them back.

He breathes life  and stands back watching
As each puppet comes alive.

He gives each a voice and allows choice
Like an experiment in a controlled environment

He lets his puppets make decisions
a few variables in an equation

The puppets sing, dance and make merry,
until the end of their journey

When the strings are pulled
and the show comes to an end

Different acts, different timings,
different stories, different endings

Like the movies, a few blockbuster successes
some terrible failures, some memorable

Some forgotten, even before the curtains close
some horrifying, some tragic

the director and the producer, two-in-one,
watches closely from above

and makes a note- it’s called Karma
determines if the actors get another chance

in the limelight, on the stage
and the role they get to play in the next production.

© Smitha Vishwanath

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Smitha Vishwanath

Smitha Vishwanath’s poems are found in several International online publications, including Thieving Magpies, Spillwords Press, MasticadoresUSA, Silverbirch Press, Borderless Journal, and other noteworthy anthologies. She has received many awards and honors from Spillwords and has been nominated for Best of the Net. She received the Reuel International Prize in 2022. Her poem, 'Out of Order,' was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Smitha is the author of Coming Home (2023). She co-authored a book of poems, ROADS : A Journey with Verses (2019). You can follow Smitha on her blog: https://smithavpennings.com.


Saturday, September 13, 2025

This Is a Poem About Tears by Smitha Vishwanath

Zarina Khalilova

This Is a Poem About Tears

This is a poem about tears
Its emergence from the well of your being,
to the surface of your eyes
hanging precariously on the brink
before crossing the embankment of your lashes,
flooding your face.

This is a poem about grief-
Its piercing incision into your gut
scraping all that’s inside
leaving an empty cavity
like the pumpkin you prepare for Halloween
hollow from within.

This is a poem about injustice-
an impudent child who refuses to listen
and correct its ill-mannered ways;
knows only how to snatch and throw tantrums
and create discord

This could be a poem about anything
But it talks of nothing in particular
that makes a difference
or solves the problem-
Of grief, injustice

or the uncontrollable barrage of tears
that floods the countenance.

© Smitha Vishwanath

Enjoy other posts by Smitha Vishwanath HERE.

Smitha Vishwanath

Smitha Vishwanath’s poems are found in several International online publications, including Thieving Magpies, Spillwords Press, MasticadoresUSA, Silverbirch Press, Borderless Journal, and other noteworthy anthologies. She has received many awards and honors from Spillwords and has been nominated for Best of the Net. She received the Reuel International Prize in 2022. Her poem, 'Out of Order,' was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Smitha is the author of Coming Home (2023). She co-authored a book of poems, ROADS : A Journey with Verses (2019). You can follow Smitha on her blog: https://smithavpennings.com.

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