IMG_20151010_225201With thirteen wide screens playing,

different channels for him at one time.

From the other side of the crystal clean glass.

The little dirty homeless child smiled.

– Manvendra Vidyarthi

(The Stories beneath the eyes)




Time, it compels a lot of people and the relations to grow or to decay into things that forget the origins from where they emerged.

I have faced them and I am sure that you have too.

But knowing you, I believe if I hold onto my end the way I am supposed to.

Then you are such a person who will always be my constant.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi.

“He Killed Her”

With his sly hands he wished to kill her now.
Snatch away every single sign of breath she could linger upon
and surface the coughs of death over her.

She made him weak with no regrets.
Kept drowning him deeper and deeper to ensure
he forgets the soothing taste of his loving wife on his helpless tongue.

But it was enough now. Ashamed of himself, he swore
he would never touch a glass, a bottle, anything filled with this lustful liquor.
He dropped her – the bottle smashed in front of his feet,
the liquor slowly flowing like blood
between the shattered sharp-edged pieces of the bottle.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

The Hesitant Half Smile.


With those hesitant half steps and that hesitant half smile pressed against his face, he breathed in the dead skin of this unknown city. His fingers tightly wrapped around the handle bar of his dilapidated suitcase, he stood there submerged in the glitters and golds of this city attracting the very souls out from one’s heart. Lucrative like the Devil’s deals, demanding one’s soul. But he was not the man who would succumb to the Devil. Though for now, he was just a tiny hesitant boy to this boastful city. But time knew that he was to become the man to overpower every devil that roamed this city.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)