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. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: A collaboration with one of my favourite artist - the always amazing Thiviyaa… Continue reading Rooted to the Truth
I write to understand I write to seek I write to be whole I write to find peace. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I fell in love with you, not in the moments where we held each other, but in the absences I filled with longing. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: Falling in love has been one of life's greatest mysteries for me. I don't know if I have the ability, faith, or strength to surrender control, live in the unknowing.… Continue reading Waiting
She taught me to seek, the ones who would hold my past in their heart, and wrap it with laughter, while promising me, with their eyes, that they would remember me in the future, even if I was not there to greet it with them. They in turn shared with me the pieces of her… Continue reading 56/2017: Lessons from my Mother (2): Friendship
If all dark knights fade into the night, who would fight the light, causing it to bend and shift, creating the shadows that show you existed. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Open my mind, bring down my walls let the demons run free, no longer partitioned by the walls of the mazes in my heart. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I constantly live in a state of "it's better than..." It's better than nothing It's better than death It's better than there It's better than... here I don't want to live comparing myself to those who are seen to be failing. I want to fly higher than the expectations I gave myself when I dreamed… Continue reading 34/2017: Death of the Rain Maker
Hello dear heart, I hope you keep growing, remembering you are infinite in size not limited by other's perception of your physical boundaries. So, dear heart, I know it hurts right now, and all you want to do is shrivel up and turn hard, so that your softness won't cause you to bleed anymore. But… Continue reading 32/2017: Love Letters to My Heart
It doesn't matter how old we get, we still exist in the first day of high school, holding our tray and wondering... "Who will I eat lunch with?" © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
He sits beside me, gently laying kisses on the back of my hand, whispers loving words, his lips to my ear longing so clear in his eyes but to me, he is just occupying space keeping this heart from hurting in your absence and this body from going cold.. waiting, until you are ready to… Continue reading 21/2017: Placeholder
