A choice to be made,
options no longer delayed,
for as resistance fades,
the heart shall embrace,
the path in which you reside.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image from Pixabay – Artist: Qimono https://pixabay.com/en/users/qimono-1962238/
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.
This is just a little crush,
which makes every part gush.
Not rooted in reason,
but the feelings just deepen.
How do I stop the words from flowing,
before the joy in my heart starts showing.
Just being around you make me smile,
I just want to stay beside you awhile.
Enjoy the feelings of falling for you,
before I have to decide whether to bid you adieu.
Because the best part of having a crush,
is having no reason to rush.
Just enjoy the moments until you fall,
or until I get over it all.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image from Pixabay – Artist: djn1002 https://pixabay.com/en/users/djn01002-733926/
I have missed your warm embrace,
How far we have been apart is a disgrace,
the softness in you let me drop my head,
made me think, thankful words can be left unsaid,
Oh dear pillow, I can’t wait to kiss your face!
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Picture courtesy of Pixabay- Artist: dagon_ https://pixabay.com/en/users/dagon_-1155171/
Get up, move forward, just another day,
can’t stop to think, it will just get in the way.
Keep up with the Joneses, you know what they say,
“if you want happiness”, you just have to pay.
Hold on to your dreams, hold your fears at bay,
telling yourself, life’s a game we all play.
When you finally are done with no one left to slay,
take a breath and remember there’s still Saturday.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image courtesy of Graphic Stock
A journey started with trepidation,
the weight of so much expectation.
How could I have said yes to this year,
was I drunk?! It’s a bit unclear!
Three hundred and sixty-six days to complete,
a challenge that is a bit too bittersweet.
For finding my voice and words once more,
means accepting I had thrown them away before.
The challenge was not to find words on a page
but seek the truths that would keep me engaged.
For this poet is just a person who is searching,
finding True North, so she can get her bearings.
And although this year may be at an end,
this poetic heart has finally started to mend.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Apologies for the earlier post – Today is a busy day for my family, it is my dad’s memorial day. I had started the poem yesterday with the hopes of having it scheduled to go. Unfortunately, yesterday got away from me with errands and all the prep work for today. Totally forgot about the scheduled post until I received a notification. So apologies for the “double” post.
My favourite stories of my dad,
are the ones where he pouts and acts sad.
They are the ones, where he throw a tantrum,
totally forgetting he is a man of wisdom.
The ones where he behaves and is a great leader,
Let the world tell those stories of glamour.
They can have the orator and the great man,
I will keep my very flawed, but loveable, human.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: It’s getting close to my birthday and also the day my dad passed, so I think the memories are nearer to the surface. My dad was a writer, a teacher, principal, a leader, a community builder and so on. He was loved and respected by many of his students and always (kept impressing me) remembered them and their stories. When I think of him, it is always when he was merely my dad and my friend – those are the stories that I will pass on. The other ones, about the things he did and stuff he created, I will let the world tell those.
