Day 321: Love’s Nightmare

Why do I fall asleep
when I think of you?
Maybe because I know
that love is just
a remnant dream of you.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Day 318: Fate

I envy the fated ones.
Those who are sure of
their way and path.
Who let their dreams
lay brightly in the sun,
uncaring of the shadows
that pass briefly by.

(c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy 

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 215: Where I’m Meant To Be

On rocky purchases,
with bended knees,
try to ride the
falling Earth.

Catch my breath,
only to be thrown again,
soundless strikes
of thunder before me.

Past this storm,
lies promises of
paradise found.

Peaceful moments
of life unbound,
centred in the
waves of time.

The path I walked
crumbling behind me,
the place I stand
dissolving beneath me,
the storm in its glory,
flashing before me.

I am where I
belong, when
time and story
has drawn me

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 187: Doors

Stand alone in the hallway,
rows of doors before me,
each one locked, forcing me onward.
Not certain what I will find if
I keep walking down this path,
or should I turn around and run back?
But I fear I lost my way to the room
I used to know.
To the door, I firmly closed behind me
confident, that I could unlock another.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 180: Chasing Dreams

My first step was broken,
a stumble, a misstep,
suddenly falling down,
I stared at ground,
finding comfort in the warm earth.
Tucked in a blanket of grass,
I found comfort,
letting the trees of knowledge
take root.

My next step was messy,
the half starts and tangled roots.
Shaking of the earth that had
protected me.
Keeping tight hold on gems,
found in the darkest recesses
of my heart and mind,
crystalized reflections
of time and experience.

Each step that followed
pulled my foot from the dark
clay that held on.
All moment staggering
but every step loosening
the fears that buried me,
until they became dust
on my boots.

As my steps became lighter,
I began to move,
run so fast and so far,
that my dreams had to catch
up to me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy