Day 353: Serendipity

My home is a luminous pearl
in the Indian Ocean
I am told.
An iridescent drop
of Buddha’s tears,
haunting and beautiful.

This home I collect,
through historical memory.
People, places, and spices,
teasing the edges of my senses,
like the ebbs and flows of waves
on the beaches of Colombo –
or is it Jaffna –
I can no longer recollect,
as snow sticks to my shoes now,
the sand, long fallen off.

My destiny is to wonder,
the pundits tell me.
The part of my hair,
never falling straight,
a zigzagged road home.
My feet too wide,
and steps to quick
to stay rooted.
A future prescribed
by ancestral physiology.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Day 191: Mother’s Tongue

A language I do not know

For the love you have is empty spaces

So I cannot hear empty words.

Day 184: Canada

With open heart you welcomed us,
travellers looking for a home
a place to call our own,
to replant roots,
torn up by war, corruption and fear.

We stood  ravaged at  the borders,
unsure of our place in this new land.
Crossing over with our histories?
Or adopting a new past?

Who we were became a part
of who we are.
All stories within the
larger narrative of 
this land.

Pieces of us,
embedded in the landscape,
Riotous colours in
bloom.

(c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Happy Canada Day everyone 🇨🇦

Day 36: Me… To Date

I left my native land as a child,
The civil war drove us out
And kept us out,
My father longed for home,
While I found a home,
In my adopted country.

To this day,
My father never understood,
“How can you call a place like this home?”
He would say,
“The racism, the crime!”
But home is where the heart is,
And my heart is here.

We might as well have been living
On two different planets.
While he saw the crime and corruption,
I saw the peace and freedom.
We never could find a middle ground.
I was too ultra-modern
And he was too old country.

Now he speaks of going back,
And I look to the future.
Today is all we have,
And this is gone all too soon.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: A post of an older poem, one I wrote when I was in high school. The words have as much meaning to me now as they did then.