Farewell April

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Dear April,
The day of the silent footsteps has come.
The fiery one is ready to hide,
to let the last serene ocean
of the night say its goodbye.
It will be pretty and your cruel nature, a beautiful one.
The feet, and of the other lovers I am unaware of
will sink tonight.
This is how we wait, clutched and deprived.
You leave behind a tiny shadow
as you move away on your toes.
My heart throbs and I know it wants to follow you.
This weak one blames me for it cannot leave
as my being cages it in my ribs.
A long March does torment me.
But unlike you,
she presents you at her shadow.
What do you have for me ‘My April’?

-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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Existence

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After all, the leaves have now fallen.
holding the thoughts that leave the trees.
Look how the streets have now been covered.
Laying flat as the pages you often see on my desk.
And I know not, whether to look for spaces in between them
Or to just gently press them beneath my feet.
If the wind plays her game hiding her cards.
Am I to run and chase after her and be played
like a record playing to please the listener’s heart?
Or am I to ignore every thing
and stomp ┬ámy feet and tell the earth ‘I exist’.?
Or to take the form of the wind?
Take the leaves with me.
Take them higher than all the trees.
-Manvendra Vidyarthi
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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

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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)