You asked me for a place in my heart, I didn’t know how to tell you, I had no pieces left. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
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Week 2/ 2018: Cracked
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
339/2017: Nephew
A short little acrostic Just to say how I remember, you thought That I would spend the year Hiding behind acrostics. Please, my dear nephew, Remember, I told you Always try something new So you don’t remain stagnant And always keep learning. Do you dare to follow my footsteps? Seeing that it’s your birthday, and… Continue reading 339/2017: Nephew
Announcement: Something Different by Scarborough Arts
I am very proud to share some exciting news. This year three of my poems have been chosen to appear in Scarborough Arts Juried Exhibition and book - The Big Art Book: Something Different. Scarborough Art's theme for the Big Book this year really spoke to me; "Something Different" is about celebrating what makes each… Continue reading Announcement: Something Different by Scarborough Arts
Announcement: My City My Six
I am very honoured and pleased to announce that one of my stories was chosen as part of the City of Toronto's My City My Six contest. The contest asked for stories that described Toronto in 6 words or less. It was run as part of Canada's 150 anniversary and organized by the City of… Continue reading Announcement: My City My Six
225/ 2017: Newspapers
I read a story today, and it reminded me of you. They found a new procedure, or so the article said, to operate on the inoperable. I laughed - Inoperable, I remember that word, it was the first time, I sought beauty in sharp edges. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
129/2017: The Blessings of the Sister
When you arrive on this earth with a best friend waiting, you become fearless, not from the strength of your will but from the power of her love, belief and trust, that is the power of an elder sister, the pathfinder and wave-maker, the one who bore the pain first, opening paths and facing the… Continue reading 129/2017: The Blessings of the Sister
65/2017: Mystical
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.
62/2017: Journey
In wondering minds, pathways wind, seeking silence from words left behind. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
61/2017: (De)Construction
Time taught me the value of walls love taught me the value of a hammer. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
