He Fades.

And there, She still remains
as fresh as the first rays
plummeting on his lashes.
The warmth being felt, as if
the blanket is still inhabited.
Them balling inside.

But He fades, like her sight
In the Sun rays.
Penetrating those soft lids
And the shade under her feet dims.

For Her, His time is gone.
He is Oblivion – ready on the edge,
On the verge to lose His form.
Diffuse, Disappear
out of his own home.

His fear, sinking in His chest.
The Apple fell
The Arrow- went straight,
through His head.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)