Day 222: King Sisyphus

I think I understand how King Sisyphus felt,
every time he almost conquered that damn rock.
It just rolled back down to where he had first knelt
and prayed this was the last time he took this walk.

Struggling to the end, only to see it all come undone.
Clawing back your need for a fruitless grab,
starting to question if you were the smartest one,
this woeful punishment, that was Zeus’ lasting jab.

Dear King Sisyphus, a deceitful path you created,
a karmic route that rock did follow,
but  what I want to know is where I courted,
a dance with this unforgiving shadow.

If you did not mind these words that I spoke,
and if the task is not too herculean,
can the universe stop playing this joke,
where moving on is simply Sisyphean.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


Day 217: Falling

Why fear the fall?
When each step
builds you wings.

Grabbing each rung,
developing the strength
in your arms
and gave you
the power to
lift yourself up.

What’s in a drop?
When you are sure
that your legs
will absorb the impact.

Your feet slipping
impressions that
you left on
your journey.

Why fear the fall?
When falling is
only perspective.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 180: Chasing Dreams

My first step was broken,
a stumble, a misstep,
suddenly falling down,
I stared at ground,
finding comfort in the warm earth.
Tucked in a blanket of grass,
I found comfort,
letting the trees of knowledge
take root.

My next step was messy,
the half starts and tangled roots.
Shaking of the earth that had
protected me.
Keeping tight hold on gems,
found in the darkest recesses
of my heart and mind,
crystalized reflections
of time and experience.

Each step that followed
pulled my foot from the dark
clay that held on.
All moment staggering
but every step loosening
the fears that buried me,
until they became dust
on my boots.

As my steps became lighter,
I began to move,
run so fast and so far,
that my dreams had to catch
up to me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 71: The Edge

Standing on the edge
There are only two choices

Hang by the edge
Forever remaining
On the precipice
Between longing and fear
Muscles atrophying
Until all you do is fall


Release the edge
Let go of the fears
Inhibitions ripped out
As the body falls
Old doubts buried
By wings of will​
Until all you do is fly

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Day 63: Diamonds

Weight bears down,
An unbearable pressure,
Of breathless flights.
Trapped within my mind,
Shifting mazes, tilting floors,
Chasing Cronos through closing doors.
Withering hand struggle
To hold loving connections,
Mosaic memories refracted in light.
Sacrifice and passion
Collide in transition
Transformation found in sparks.
Brilliant diamonds of fiery will,
Icy polish of bright minds,
Radiant glows of a pure soul.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: No pressure, No diamonds. Inspired by a conversation with my friend Shana, who is pursuing her Ph.D. and parenting a three-year-old. A reminder of how much stronger we  have to become in order to channel and change the pressure that faces us, becoming diamonds in the sky. 

Day 57: Climbing The Wall

I am just a kid,
People tell me.
You can’t change anything,
So just let it be.
When I take a stand,
No one walks with me.
It is just me in a dark hall.

The words that people say
Are like a frozen stone wall.
Every time I try to climb it,
I slip and I fall.
I pick myself up and I swear…

“One day,
I shall climb that unclimbable wall.”

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Another old poem, written when I was in high school. Been having a few brain frozen days, I promise to write some new works tomorrow.