Nuit Blanche is a big deal in Toronto. It is perhaps the most significant art show our city has. But what makes it so unique, is that itβs free! Every exhibit and every show are accessible to the public, including young people like me, who didn't necessarily grow up surrounded by art as a form… Continue reading Event Announcement: Nuit Blanche 2018
Tag: words
38/2017: Titles
I can never think of titles maybe because my words are too used to running untamed without definition and ownership. Or maybe I hate titles, because they ask me to think about what I am trying to say, instead of what you tell me I am speaking about? But then again, maybe I only hate… Continue reading 38/2017: Titles
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… Continue reading 36/2017: Worlds of Words
15/2017: Done
Don't take my words as gospel, it is a truth that is written on tops of my calluses, from where I held on too tight, and the backs of the scars, where I had to cut the ties. Don't take my words as fallacy, as they are the truths I hide, neither ready to see… Continue reading 15/2017: Done
6/2017: Keepsake
Between these pages, I find glimpses of you, stories I didn't know to ask you to tell. Answers to questions, I struggled with but feared that you had never confronted. And love that scream out from the pages of a book that was a silent presence through my life. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 344: Words – an unintentional poem
If writing is a skill, I fear I have lost it. The words don't dance in my head anymore, Instead, they remain silenced by the walls I build to keep them safe How was I to know that in protecting my heart, my joys I locked them so far away that I can't reach them.… Continue reading Day 344: Words – an unintentional poem
Day 293: Truth
The truth of whom I am, cannot be found in the words in this poem but the ones that lay rejected at my feet. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 291: Writing in the Rain
I have no words today, they are sitting outside getting soaked by the rain. Maybe I will pick them up again when the sun starts shining. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 215: Where I’m Meant To Be
On rocky purchases, with bended knees, try to ride the falling Earth. Catch my breath, only to be thrown again, soundless strikes of thunder before me. Past this storm, lies promises of paradise found. Peaceful moments of life unbound, centred in the waves of time. The path I walked crumbling behind me, the place I… Continue reading Day 215: Where I’m Meant To Be
Day 202: Words (3)
The explosion of words from my mind, cannot always be captured on paper so sometimes random thoughts stray and play in the corner of my mind teasing me with the promise of poignant phrases to be penned. Β© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
