Time taught me
the value of walls
love taught me
the value of a hammer.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
61/2017: (De)Construction
Tag: chances
20/2017: Millennials
Remember everyone told you
that you were special,
and then you grew up
and realized the world
knew you to be average.
The lie wasn’t that you
were special,
the sadness was that you
believed you were average.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 306: Life of an Entrepreneur
Race against time,
keep my goals in mind.
Moving forward,
no stopping till
I am done.
Feet to the pavement,
hands outreaching,
catching ever lead.
Out of breath
out of time.
speak
the ideas
the hopes
the only way left.
Can’t go back
restart the engine
and catch
the next ride,
the wave
the…
Only way
to keep floating
is to ride.
Casting the net,
even when all you see
is the water rushing
through the holes.
Adrift in the ocean,
you paddled yourself to
Sitting on the board
wondering if you are lost,
searching for land.
Knowing you are close,
because you can feel
the ripples from
the boats slowly
coming closer.
So you float
and you cast
and you wait.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 268: Chances
I am running out of inspiration,
to find reasons that we cannot work,
Let me simply end my vexation,
and release me to your knowing smirk.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 149: Words (2)
Some words you hold
because you fear them.
Some words you keep close,
because they speak truths.
These words I give to you
are my precious gifts.
They are all I am and
all I fear to be.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 7: You do onto Me
Though I try I can’t seem to put
my heart out there.
How do I give you keys to a door,
I just learnt to unlock?
Do I leave you
a roughly drawn map,
so you know how to navigate
away from still tender wounds?
Can I trust your steps to be light,
your hands soft,
and the words kind?
For these walls did not fall triumphantly,
but crumbled over time,
falling gently…
Into a body,
made strong
by pain and acceptance,
absorbing each hurt.
If I let you roam,
in these ruinous mazes
of dreams and realities,
Would you return to me,
my lost hope and laughter,
my belief in me?
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
