A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I am rooted in your history, our paths intertwined. The awakening of humanity; opening hearts to injustice souls connecting through time. Liberation through freedom, voices aligning through love. Change is not a dream, but a truth to be lived. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: AΒ collaboration with one of my favourite artist - the always amazing Thiviyaa… Continue reading Rooted to the Truth
I am weighed down by the words unsaid between us and the expectations of accommodations we are afraid to ask. Knowing that in the asking is the admittance that we were not as we once believed ourselves to be, and time had not been the friend, we imagined forever knowing. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I know you are toxic for me, but I pretend that I am immune, to all the ways your energy draws the peace of my mind. I lie to myself that closing the door is enough and I don't need to lock it because you won't push it wide open just to hear the sound… Continue reading 352: Endings Revisited
I lost my creativity, in the place I had gone to meet it. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I always wonder if she found peace when she became a swan. If the other ducks finally saw the value or if for all her struggle, her transformation, she remained an unwanted "other." Would she have traded her snow white feathers for the earthen connection of brown. Her song for a quack, because what… Continue reading Day 297: Ugly Duckling
Drops of rain, clear the air undo the style of my hair, pins and sprays all to contain a wildness you saw as a stain destroying the perfect dream of the role I would play on your team. As the water drags my hair down, all your shallow words start to drown and I am… Continue reading Day 227: Rainfalls
I am who I am, there's no one else I would rather be. I am just looking foward, to the next evolution of me. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Weight bears down, An unbearable pressure, Of breathless flights. Trapped within my mind, Shifting mazes, tilting floors, Chasing Cronos through closing doors. Withering hand struggle To hold loving connections, Mosaic memories refracted in light. Sacrifice and passion Collide in transition Transformation found in sparks. Brilliant diamonds of fiery will, Icy polish of bright minds, Radiant… Continue reading Day 63: Diamonds
