Your Colour


My distant, for I keep you such
and you are the closest I have touched.
A Question confronts you-
You bleed so much blue for
a person you keep far
inside your soft heart.
Does your one bleeding colours
that mix and fills this soft heart?
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(-The Stories Beneath the eyes.)

God’s Own


Open ways the doorways of.
Takes you in silently, like the soft breeze
Taking greens to shimmering.
The Supernal land
known to be God’s own.
Justice is that I had seen.
For heaven is where he is
And heaven is where peace,
The Serene,
The simple merge.
Forming that is God’s own.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories Beneath the eyes)

Under my skin


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.)

Dear Darling of once.


Dear Darling of once.
Partner in crimes stealing
victimizing us in betters.
Gone lost in heavens?
Or in blazing hot ashens?
None? The sweetened lush of greens?
Wrong still! Forgive such naive picks.
You are such, still
a Dear Darling of once.

Eternal joyous? Oh! Undone,
Not me, I am none.
See and dig deep.
A window takes you a place
Our crimes sits in, now vague.

Dear Darling of once.
You know you see in pains.
Some crimes you made
In windows I have seen
Hidden in unsolicited weeps.
Crimes too speak partnered by none.
Criminals we were to victimize one of each.

Dear Darling of once.
For I seek
Lift me, masks i keep.
Criminal – my crimes of partners none.
My keeps have gone vague.
Afar Islands, Dear Darling,
My sail’s distancing.
Dear Darling of once.
Promises being silent keeps.
Your music plays and my sail stays.
Dear Darling of once.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)