24/2017: Return to Me

Why can’t I believe the words you say
I feel like you will only allow me
to believe the lies the world tells,
so that you will be set free from
the guilt of having me wait,
even when there is no other for you
but me and no place where I exist,
that you do not reside.
So dear love, I will remain
and await your return.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Image from Pixabay – Artist: cyj77723 https://pixabay.com/en/users/cyj77723-2420355/


10/2017: Which Story Do You Want to Tell?

The slope of your shoulders,
and downward lines on your face,
may speak to a life seemingly defeated.

But the eyes that gaze with
such fervor, remind me that our
endings are not yet determined.

So square your shoulders,
take a breath, and
write the story in your eyes.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Photo courtesy of Pixabay – Artist Werner22brigitte https://pixabay.com/en/users/werner22brigitte-5337/

Day 356: The Reason I am Probably Still Single

I don’t get it,
no matter the angle
from which I consider
the question,
that blind faith
by which you connect
the future to an
unknown element,
another heart.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: The Cynic…

So just two poems came to me, one right after the other – Yesterday’s post on love (romantic view) and today’s post (my cynical view). I find it interesting that they followed one another.

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 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