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Nuances of the unprecedented claims
still, they shake, before me smeared
in prayers, the voices turn bleak.
Ostentatious impatient,
Incongruous becomes the wayworn teach
forever still, for such they seek.
Underscore this, at costs unbelievable.
My mankind comes to this.
In pockets, not roses
but blades are keeps.
At midnight, he and she,
drain eyes, drowning pillows in weeps.
O! Human! Can not you see this?
Five empty chairs and none to sit.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

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Silly Child.

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Quite a while, there silly child
of smiles and laughters,
tendings and meanings,
spending silence,
You, I have known,
child of smiles on side
footprints and transient toes
pressing lines.
Speaking of Beauty, not of
the ones the windows to soul
they call see.
Of ones resting deep inside
the ones you carry
are bona fides to let know
about you, winsome child.
None’s Patsy, keep tears afar
in shores unreachable and waters dark.
Be blessed by suns and stars
of hearts in hearts.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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One day you die, then,
The Heaven and the Hell are the one to speak
and others then decide, you to keep.
Sleeping trees they will be there and share.
In Silence, they will stay in wait.
Chirping will not stop.
One should not fall,
when feelings fade in no sun.
For some in dark.
You are
The Golden Sun.
Warming from the cold.
None replace such a blessing,
None holds the right,
to dim the lights
and darken the paths
when no sun
warms those bright smiling hearts.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

Ode of Leaves

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Crisp, curled in cocoon
of Winters O! Scattered falls,
the dry allures.
Thee roll carpeted yellow brown.
Silenced Streets with
the Song of thy sounds.
In dry she turned now.
Her nature wherein thee stay wrapped
every then, will be of her’s.
New forms reside.
The nuances belong to,the now dry.
Dropped from thy highs.
Flat, some curled, some untouched
and crushed, thee lie.
Thee descend to thy begin.
In time, spring again in thy highs.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

Restless Soul

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Spirits restless rising
Shivering core entwined
Aspirations in midnight open-eyed
Dreams silent behind eyes.
Disquitening butterflies
Prepare the soldier
Far into the miles
And for the transient body
Thoughts in mind.
Elements in spirited found
Courage plants down Victors
Not bow to the sinking downs.
Contain them fluent be waters
Becomes Wells, Oceans,
Or Rusty Kettle holes
Centred in core heartful
Still remains the goal.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

Dear Darling of once.

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Dear Darling of once.
Partner in crimes stealing
victimizing us in betters.
Gone lost in heavens?
Or in blazing hot ashens?
None? The sweetened lush of greens?
Wrong still! Forgive such naive picks.
You are such, still
a Dear Darling of once.

Eternal joyous? Oh! Undone,
Not me, I am none.
See and dig deep.
A window takes you a place
Our crimes sits in, now vague.

Dear Darling of once.
You know you see in pains.
Some crimes you made
In windows I have seen
Hidden in unsolicited weeps.
Crimes too speak partnered by none.
Criminals we were to victimize one of each.

Dear Darling of once.
For I seek
Lift me, masks i keep.
Criminal – my crimes of partners none.
My keeps have gone vague.
Afar Islands, Dear Darling,
My sail’s distancing.
Dear Darling of once.
Promises being silent keeps.
Your music plays and my sail stays.
Dear Darling of once.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

One Rare Hunger.

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Hunger is an old friend
I often meet when she needs companions.
The Rare ones, here they come
atop mystic fortunes,
as they seem.
It is them who know the one old friend.
The companion of other earth
for seekers, witless.
The Rare ones know who to keep.
The silence once is the melodic dream.
Scream, Scream, Scream,
Over a pitch, higher than the sky.
The Hunger comes to every Pilgrim.
Strengths hidden in covers of denials,
Unleash.
All in Supreme glide.
Mellow out, here she is sleeping right to your side.
Allow her a space, more unique.
Swimmingly she guides.
the Yellow God blessing the water-filled child.
A Rare or Still the Half-wit Knight?
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)