A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
They don’t understand. they can try stealing my magic, But it is the infinite will of the universe. Recharging and replenishing. Connected to a neverending stream that fuels the light in the expanse. They don’t understand. They cannot steal what is freely given. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I am not the girl you rescue, but that doesn't mean I am not looking for someone who can slay dragons. Just in my version, we would slay each others' monsters. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
You asked me for a place in my heart, I didn’t know how to tell you, I had no pieces left. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
You may give me pain but you can never hurt me, that privilege is reserved for those who have burrowed into this masochistic heart. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: I have truly missed challenging myself and posting. Thus, I am very excited to share this poem - these words have been in my head all week,… Continue reading Week 2/ 2018: Cracked
She is the tempest, strong and bold, sometimes reckless, a wish you cannot hold. The power of her heart, a sight to behold, touches all with her art, she breaks every mould. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: For my niece Shahithya (Shasha) who is 14 today, but much to her displeasure remains 8 in my eyes.
Time did not make me wiser But it made me kinder. Taught me that silence was a gift Worth holding closer when cutting tongues sprang loose on others' dreams. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Really excited to share this news with you all! I will be presenting my poems and speaking at a literary event on Friday February 24, 2017 at the Creeds Coffee Bar. The event, "Finding Individuality in Identity: Explorations of Literature," organized by Sri Lankans Without Borders seeks to explore the how we create, understand and speak… Continue reading Event: Individuality in Identity
Some people you speak to for days and only touch the surface. Others you say nothing at all and speak all of your heart. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Distill the idea until you are left with the pure essence of the writer, naked, vulnerable and free on the centre of the page. (C) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
These moments we forget, will be the stories we remember when we look back at the ties that bind us. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
