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I will tell you of the silence
that waits to meet the chirping of the birds.
Just as a good heart
waits to meet the light at the end of the dark.
-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)

Unresolved

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To you, I am a puzzle.
A mathematical problem
that takes too much paper
and ink to be solved.
Because, to you, it looks so.
So you find me better, unsolved.
It is easy to open books
of subjects with no problems to solve.
So I stay unsolved. I stay unresolved.
But when again the mathematics of me, as you see.
Finds you in settlement with the easy things.
Unlike me. So you see.
Again I am a complex problem.
For you, needing too much paper
and ink to be solved.
You move on.
I stay unsolved. I stay unresolved.
Little you know. I am literature.
Just a good read and all is solved.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

Souls

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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.)