To The Unfulfilling Sea

The wondrous night steps on my feet
and gladly I tell her
stories I wanted you to hear.

But my unfulfilling sea,
you throw too many waves at me.

The day does not hide its light
when I show her the letters
I wanted you to have.

But, O! My unfulfilling sea,
you throw too many waves at me.

Should you choose,
you could gently eat up this shore.
Yet, my unfulfilling sea,
You choose
to throw too many waves at me.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi

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Farewell April

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Dear April,
The day of the silent footsteps has come.
The fiery one is ready to hide,
to let the last serene ocean
of the night say its goodbye.
It will be pretty and your cruel nature, a beautiful one.
The feet, and of the other lovers I am unaware of
will sink tonight.
This is how we wait, clutched and deprived.
You leave behind a tiny shadow
as you move away on your toes.
My heart throbs and I know it wants to follow you.
This weak one blames me for it cannot leave
as my being cages it in my ribs.
A long March does torment me.
But unlike you,
she presents you at her shadow.
What do you have for me ‘My April’?

-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Precious.

Summers, never had I thought you will
make preciousness perch
onto my very being.
In life, I praised the infinite.
As for me,
I understood he forges all.
Yet preciousness perched
onto my heart’s wall.
Blessing me she pours
unto voids I hold.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)

The Arithmetic of the Darker hue of the Orange.

Yet again, it was the unpermitted.
Surely I have a thing for it.
No, I do not have to suppose anymore.
And in my confidence,
We know what we need to know.
(I thought I did, Foolishness smiles at me.)

You understand the arithmetic of the cerulean colour.
Remember? How once, I told you about a certain kind of Diagram?
Now I tell you how,
It radiates the ‘Darker Hue Of The Orange’.
Just as this evening sky,
Blushing the orange of the Sun.

And how fierce you are, Orange.
But admiring this, the cerulean wears it all.
(Can he now?)

Listen Grace, closely listen to this colour.
I find this serene. I wait for your meaning.
All the details you explore.
And the storms you bring in my cage.
Yet, the peace it brings.
Never had I thought,
that the storms bring along peace.
Reminds me,
Of how you once
you told me about being illogical.
(I am being one with it now.)
I recall, the same day I met insecurity…
… (This Poem is Unfinished and will remain to be.)

-Mann.

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)