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


Lachrymae by Lord Leighton Federic (Source: http://www.metmuseum.org/art/)


Day 280: My Doubtful Half

Too long, you were
the object that
my light.

I gave you form,
held tight with
memory and coloured
it opaque with
stolen intentions.

No longer,
I refuse to live
where the light
can’t find me.

Strip away
these layers of dust
I let settle
over my mind
until all my
barriers are
and you no
longer exist.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 40: The Lonely Moon

The moon looked down on the world
Filled with life in all the colours
Blues and greens of Mother Nature
Black, brown, yellow, red and white
Of all her children.

A world of laughter, love, peace
Moments of anger, sadness and war.
Souls that lit up the universe,
With the light of their will.

In her vacant space,
The moon did not see
How many of these lives
She envied looked to her.

Saw in her, romance on starry nights.
Thanked her gentle pull as the tides rolled in.
Inspired stories, songs and poems
By simply being.
Those she longed for,
Gazed at her in wonder,
For the beauty, she gave the dark.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy