Point by point, She scored our hearts away.
Victorious, regardless of what the world says.
She poured in, what is more than all the gold.
In every moment of the hour, it was her heart, her soul.
Not even when it was all over, she did fall.
Dazzling like a star, she lifted the girl’s face like a true power.
Honour and pride she brings to her home.
Until the next hour, we are sure, with this, there will be gold.
– Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)
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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.)
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.)
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)
For you and for me.
I speak for: know in your souls.
Help, it comes around.
-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)
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.)
‘I’ as an echo, breathe in some places known. ‘But’
‘still’ cognizant of memories gone by.’I’
‘feel’ as stones waiting in the deserts who ‘know’.
‘The’ only chance they possess is with ‘you’.
‘Same’, as the echo breathing in places I know of, but you ‘don’t’.
-Manvendra Vidyathi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)
Left over fragments, we linger upon now.
A Cline of partial sweet nurturing
and of partial blunt rejections.
Where we come now.
A mirror I stand before and what appears is your reflection.
Mirror separates mine two worlds.
Silence, an enemy and a friend.
The pen writes, left unsaid.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)
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.)
The Stories Beneath the eyes. 