56/2017: Lessons from my Mother (2): Friendship

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 heart,
she had left in their care
confident that even in
different bodies, they
would beat in sync
with the rhythm her song.

a tune growing and expanding
with music draw from souls
that protected and shielded
the power of her love,
a gift if legacy passed
down from the bonds of family
born and created to connect
past and future.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: For my mother’s friends, who never let us feel alone or forget her.


40/2017: World Affairs

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


Image from Pixabay – Artist: Simon Wijers https://pixabay.com/en/users/simonwijers-2132078/

34/2017: Death of the Rain Maker

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…

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 in secret
and imagined I was…

Mata Hari
and Rosa Parks
all in one.

I was the change maker,
the beacon in the night,
that none would cross for
fear of being burned by my light.
I held the world in my hand
and commanded the will of men.
Demanding they be better –
we be better.
Instead, I exist…

in a place that is better than…

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Image from Pixabay: Artist – Flachovatereza https://pixabay.com/en/users/Flachovatereza-448286/

32/2017: Love Letters to My Heart

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 dear heart
I want you to know,
that the me that will be
is so grateful for your
forgiving ways and free-flowing tears,

Because dear heart,
your boundless love makes me wiser
your softness makes me stronger
and your heartful of pain makes me kind.

Dear heart,
you make me,
beautiful me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Female hands with a entwined vintage romantic red heart on a sno

Image from Graphic Stock

21/2017: Placeholder

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..
until you are ready to
return to me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy