Your Colour

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My distant, for I keep you such
and you are the closest I have touched.
A Question confronts you-
You bleed so much blue for
a person you keep far
inside your soft heart.
Does your one bleeding colours
that mix and fills this soft heart?
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(-The Stories Beneath the eyes.)

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God’s Own

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Open ways the doorways of.
Takes you in silently, like the soft breeze
Taking greens to shimmering.
The Supernal land
known to be God’s own.
Justice is that I had seen.
For heaven is where he is
And heaven is where peace,
The Serene,
The simple merge.
Forming that is God’s own.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories Beneath the eyes)

What a kind thing to say.

 

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From the lullabies of timeless spinning
of fibres from each one of dresses they wore.
I am guilty of stealing from the one
the colours to mine came from.
There I have lost some belongings of mine.
All your prayers are my crying.
And in whirlpools of the words,
To find the kind things you say
I keep prying.
What a kind thing to say-
“I am from you
and you from what all is mine.”
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Souls

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Beautiful Outsides and utterly fine.
But these Vessels have withered insides.
A Victim? Yes! This is entirely true.
I know love. I do believe you.
You are. (with a smile)
Where does one sell souls?
I find no Devils here. Only Humans though.
Ahh! Humans are no less. Now I know.
Dylan Simone said -“ How do they walk around?
Soulless
Devoid of warmth.”
She threw me in deep thought.
But no answer to this my heart and my head caught.
It is alright Dylan. I believe and you shall too.
A place we belong to, is surely hidden somewhere too.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

Under my skin

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Like crystals decorating the surface
I have seen dewdrops on flowers.
Your smile do this to your face.
Like the dust is settled by the showers
I am settled in your company feeling safe.
All my tears are under my skin
and you wash them away by your caressing.

-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)