A Message Through The Sun, The Earth, The Sky.

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Is this the sunset when the sea is painted in glittering gold?
Or the foreign lands?
Of whom I learn more, each day.
Like the memory I never lived.
Is that how the clouds make the earth taste?
Of which is hers to begin with.
Of which she is unknown.
Yet, it is all her own.
How she becomes more of what she was before.
O! The Sun!
O! The Earth!
O! The Sky!
How might I, through you convey?
In genuineness, what is hidden in the moon’s light.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Becoming Dice

Silently you stepped over
to purchase the other side
of the line that had us separated
from all we would rather be.

The game had you roll like a dice.
Unaware of the numbers we were to face.
And the chances slipped from spaces
between our fingers where we held the same.
Belonging to us.
Not you. Not me. It was  us.

The key to the lock we have,
now rests on the ocean bed.
“Two is the number now, one is not.”
The Dice tells.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Secret (Acrostic)

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Silenced beneath beautiful shining green
Eyes deep like the oceans I have longing for.
Chest holding a lot more than every complexity holds.
Resting where they belong.
Enwrapped away from the cruelty of this world.
Time in this life, will not be enough to unravel them all.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Such a Love

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Plunder the remains I have saved
from the numerous wars I have fought.
thou art the only, I praise.
For thou hast stolen me,
the trust of mine too.
Men shall know,
thou lovest- amain.
A blessing is,
to be plundered by thee.
– Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)