God’s Own


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.



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)



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?
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


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)


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)

I write because..


Inside me, residing are voices of silence
and a lot, yearning to be said.
But voices of silence cannot speak
and for them my pen bleeds.
Of things like pebbles
draining in rain
and feelings
moving to surface.
In silence I can say them all.
The Stories beneath my eyes,
they become yours.
I fell in love once.
I fell for all the words.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)



Anchored to this captivity

pleasuring memories are nothing.

Cicadas calling, do you hear?

Or is it the heart that sleeps?

Ripple after Ripple,

the reflection shivers.

Lingering in latency,

the fingers, warm im fists.

Could this be happening?

To the reflections in shiny dark seas?

They keep drowning deep.

The music plays and no sound of tapping feet.

Give it back, it was mine to keep.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi.

(The Stories beneath the eyes)



The doors we stepped towards
turned themselves into walls.
Unpredictable they were
and so, some of us are.
The quiet might be the loudest inside.
The one with those assumed to be, helpful eyes.
May be hiding a sickle at your blind side.
Gods be feeling ashamed of
watching over all the divides.
Please! Do not shut your eyes
or turn your backs
to this please stand high.
The doors, turning into walls
shall be crushed and left behind.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)