A Message Through The Sun, The Earth, The Sky.


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)

Lily to the Wind.

What does the Pretty Lily’s fragrance do to the Might Wind?

Gushing through the spaces in between
The Lily’s linen petals-The crown of Nature’s dreams.
Does she commingle?
Or tantalize the Mighty to bring him to his knees?

The Mighty Wind is stubborn too.
Rummaging the lands, the seas and the seasons
As lovers often do.
The Cerulean of the Nature knows,
For the Mighty,
The Lily, whenever she comes
Offers her fragrance too.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)