Posted in Free verse

129/2017: The Blessings of the Sister

When you arrive on this earth with a best friend waiting,
you become fearless, not from the strength of your will
but from the power of her love, belief and trust,
that is the power of an elder sister,
the pathfinder and wave-maker,
the one who bore the pain first,
opening paths and facing the unknown,
there to pull me forward, when I held back,
and push me back, when I rushed blindly,
for the gift of a sister, lies not in the warmth of her hand
but in the strength of her heart, in which she keeps those she cherishes.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: For my sister on the occasions of her Birthday.

Posted in Free verse

52/2017: Greedy

I don’t want your days and nights,
let the sun and the moon claim them,
Instead, I only ask to be
the very air in your lungs,
living and dying
in every moment you exhale.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: I haven’t posted for two days, and it made me consider what I wanted to do now that the 2016 challenge was over – I have been on a bit of auto-pilot with the poems – just in that I am trying to challenge myself to grow, learn and expand my horizons. I will be making some changes to the blog.

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Image from Pixabay – Artist: PublicDomainPictures-14 https://pixabay.com/en/users/PublicDomainPictures-14/
Posted in Free verse, Poem

36/2017: Worlds of Words

There are so many beautiful words in the world,
but you only give me the ones that show your ugly fear.

There are so many powerful words in the world,
but you only speak the ones that show your weakness.

There are so many kind words in the world,
but you only allow the ones that demean to escape your lips.

There are so many loving words in the world,
but you only surround yourself in the ones that breed hate.

There are so many words in the worlds,
maybe it is time I stopped listening to yours.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Image from Pixabay- Artist: Renee Bigelow https://pixabay.com/en/users/reneebigelow-2047917/
Posted in Rhyming

25/ 2017: Missing Pieces

It is in my greatest joys,
that I miss your presence
Those moments of chaotic noise
When I can sense your laughter’s absence.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Whenever I get great news or am happy, I have a moment – just a moment, where my heart twinges and I miss the people who made me who I am but are no longer with me. 

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