IMG_20151020_191639You dwell somewhere that exists no more.

Even droplets on leaves they fall

Down on grounds where they belong more.

-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)

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.)

Double Acrostic.


‘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.)

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.)



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.)

Silly Child.


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)