The Wind.

And who takes my fragrance to the solitary loon?
Who sits in the Sun warming his heart.
To see the beauty of the solitary lass.
The one to steal my sweetness desired.
The Wind, you are the nature’s pryer.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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The Extension (After the Angelectomy)

But I tell the infinite to find me.
Sleeping in the jungles of absurdity.
This nature keeps me still.

As for her, this is easy.
Which it will never speak.

It knows that I am weak.
All in where none of this finiteness.
Anything it will mean.

The white light will sit on me.
I will breathe through you I promise.
Accept me while there still be
The Infinite, The Time.

You’re too kind. I say to you again.
Too kind.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Under my skin

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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.)