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)


Such a Love


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.)

On Fragments


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.)