The night encroaches silence wrapping us in loss A birdsong, then joy. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: In honour of International Haiku Poetry Day on April 17, 2020. A reminder that even in quarantine, we are not alone.
Tag: nature
41/2017: Musings in the Snow
Never curse the winter, for the snow-covered paths, give you a chance to walk slowly, marking each milestone and reminding you how far you have come. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 325: The Start of Winter
Snow falling wildly Arctic winds tease fallen leaves Winter chases fall. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 308: Spider’s Kiss
Do you hear the rain see the rain it falling like teardrops? I cry out in pain, I know it's Mother Earth's sorrow I feel. I look around searching for answers But none have I found. What makes us as humans destroy? When we were given the precious gift of life? How can we have peace, when… Continue reading Day 308: Spider’s Kiss
Day 276: Jungle Dance
Trees weave about me, as if they hear a song whispered in the wind. Notes played, words spoken, rhythm shared among the rustling leaves. The river vibrates, with the sound of soft steps echoing in the ripples of waves, a measured base to the cadence of the night. I gaze up at mountains, craved by… Continue reading Day 276: Jungle Dance
Day 274: Fall’s Lament
My tongue tastes the cold, shivering as wind brushes, skin chasing the sun. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 251: Moon
Devoted moonlight, I fear the joy in my heart, will outshine your glow. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 235: Rainbows
Gift from the heavens strokes of colour in grey skies refractions of light replace worries with wonder awaken the child within. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: Lucky to have seen a rainbow today while driving home. Felt very blessed that I decided to try a new style, Tanka. Rainbows always make me feel special as if… Continue reading Day 235: Rainbows
Day 221: Flowers in Bloom
The sweet scent teases, colours overtake the eyes, renewing the soul. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 211: Summer Winds
I spend hours trying to catch it but it just teases me. Playing with my dress, and making my hair escape the braids I tame it into. It knocks me over, challenging me to fight to cross it. But whenever it leaves me, I always feel its warm touch. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
