A Puppet With Strings Attached Poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy

There is so much void
As if something has escaped
Creating a hollow in my heart
There are no emotions
There is no contentment
There is no melancholy
There exists nothing
It feels so numb inside

A puppet with strings
In the hands of serendipity
Playing the given part
The role has been fixed
The characters have been fixed
Nothing could change
In this prewritten play
But I am totally oblivious
Of the next scene
I get a glimpse of the chapter
When the time is right

I want to cut the strings
I want to fill my heart with hope
I want the vacuum to fade away
And feel alive again