Smitha Vishwanath

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I feel you

In the breeze that blows
I feel thee, caressing me
Tender and gentle

The thing about death

Death
Dealing
is easy
So I believed
When you have seen it
behaving callously
taking remorselessly
I lost my mother at fifty
A friend at thirty, then another
You were ninety when you died; I still cried

Lessons from my grandma

You
were a
strong woman
who spoke little
You said, “A woman’s voice must not be heard.”
“To be strong you do not have to be loud.”
is what you said
to me too
I think
now

Butterfly

Flitting
bright, beautiful
speckled wings, deep blue; white tips
in the blink of an eye, flies
away

10 word story

You did not even say, ‘Goodbye,’ to me before leaving.

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Smitha Vishwanath likes to call herself an accidental writer. Having worked for 20 years in banking she began writing through her blog in 2016. Her poetry has been published by SpillWords Press, Rebelle Society, Silverbirch Press, Borderless Journal among others. Her first book of poetry – Roads – A Journey with Verses was published in 2019.

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An Intentional Arrangement

happy-home
Image Credit: Happy Home Page on FB

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #134

A happy home – the Feng shui of space and people.
Susi Bocks

with joy merged
in the space
we call home

tranquility
well-being
a refuge

a place we learn
a place we grow
a place we love

the happy home

Opposites Attract

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1.

I
hear your
silent scream
echoing in
the chambers of my achy breaky heart.

2.

Honestly, this open secret is not being very well kept.

3.

french fries and mayo
disgustingly delicious
oddball food combo

4.

serendipitous
our destinies have crossed paths
awfully lucky

5.

Unbiased opinions do not actually exist.

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #123