The Visible Pain of a Mother

For 8 to 10 months, she carries the weight,

She struggles to eat, to digest.

She can't sleep, can't get get up quickly,

Can't walk fast, can't sit comfortably.

When we are born,

The world's pain seems small in comparison.

Her bones crack, and flesh tears,

She bears unbearable pain to deliver us.

A girl becomes a woman;

When we grow in her womb.

A woman dies, and a mother is born,

The only woman who will love us unconditionally.

Even through physical and mental pain,

She looks at her baby, and with leftover strength, she smiles.

That is not just happiness,

That moment is heaven for her.

A woman can love only two men fully,

Her father and her son; everyone else comes next.

So, understand the visible pain of a true mother,

All this, not for any gain, but because of her true love.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Silent Struggles of A Father

Even when the world does him wrong,

He doesn't cry as he is meant to be strong.

Not for himself, but for his family,

He will bear all but will never complain.

He is always ready to carry the weight in silence,

Even when his back bleeds and he buries his dreams.

He will go miles, climb mountains, nothing he will expect,

Not for applause, not appreciation, not respect.

He will stand like a wall against the chaos,

To become a barrier between family and disaster.

The one who fights the world, so his children don't have to,

And will stand in the fire; so they don't feel the heat.

For his sacrifices, no one to acknowledge,

For all efforts to satisfy, it is never enough.

The men who try hardest are the ones bleed the most,

As many are rewarded but are penalised.

He won't say it, nor will show it,

As his love is measured in blood, not words.

Hi love is in the taking care, provide and pay bills,

Never will complain, as his family comes first.

Without fathers many families have crumbled,

Even when they wealth that cares of their needs

When we see children part of gangs, drugs and chaos,

Behind it all is one cause, a missing father, dead or alive.

The burden of fatherhood is invisible to many,

But know that this only bond holds civilization.

To all the fathers, who shows up even when disrespected,

A silent hero whose absence is felt louder.

As his part in life story is not just a role,

And without him, everything gets lost, even survival.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

She Is...

She is calm, like a calm blue sea,

But storms live in her, strong and free.

She is warm, like the morning sun,

And burns like fire when she's undone.

She is soft, like petals touched by dew,

But thorns, to protect her softness too.

She is hard, like shell shut tight,

Yet tender within, out of sight.

She is rain, soothing, gentle and slow;

She can be the heat, where wild winds blow.

She loves like a mother, deep and true,

But can be like a devil when she's through.

She is the silence that follows the cry,

And she can be a beautiful pain, I can't deny.

She is love, the kind that gives life breath,

And she can hate; to the edge of death.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

A Journey: From the Womb to the Tomb

When we are formed and carried in a womb,

Held in the most precious hands; a mother's.

Nourished and love beyond measure,

Then guided by the strongest hands; a father's.

Loved and cared by all in the family,

We go to school and when hearts connect,

We start making friends, held in bond of trust,

With changing harmone’s, we begin to fall in love.

Soon we are carried by pain and grief,

Yet we start to hold onto hope and faith.

We take vows to hold the hand of a loved one,

And then, we hold the tiny hands of our children.

We are held with responsibilities;

And along the way, we gasp onto loans and debts.

Our hands are tied with bills, government and taxes,

As the years pass, we begin to hold a stick.

The true love of a mother,

The strength of a father's hand; they fade.

And then finally we are carried in a casket,

By a few hands.. to our final rest.

We fall and rise, we are carried and held,

Life is always dependent on the hands of others.

So, ensure you hold the right hands,

The ones who'll carry you, even to the end.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Child Within

There's a child inside, no matter the age,

Even as we grow, through life's endless stage.

Though we mature and we try to be strong,

The child remains in silence, where we belong.

It's the burst of laughter when we do not try,

The dreams that take flight with no limit, it doesn't die.

In moments of peace, in the simplest of sights,

It dances with joy, the joy of gentle lights.

But not for all, this child will appear,

Only with those who make us feel safe and near.

No need for masks or need of a guise,

With them, we can be without disguise.

So when you are playful, or goofy,

That is not weakness, it's where we meant to be.

It means your soul finds comfort and care,

In a space where you are safe, none to compare.

Treasure the ones who let you be free,

Who reminds you life's not just what we see..

Beneath all the weight, behind grown up faces,

There is a heart that still seeks joy in small places.

Sometimes we need to let that child play,

To heal, to laugh, to dream, to brighten our way.

So hold these close who help you see,

That the child inside is still part of me.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Journey Of Us

We have completed our journey,

Learning the lessons we were meant to learn.

The universe has chosen we should not meet again,

As the cycle ended when we both departed.

Living under the same sky,

In the same country, state and city.

Though we share connections in common,

The cycle ended when we both departed.

Life has brought me in touch with many,

Some to help, some to hurt, some to stay and some to leave.

Each encounter strengthens what I am to become,

For the cycle ended when we both departed.

So, I let go of attachments,

The joys and sorrows tied to her.

Life moves forward with its lessons,

As the cycle ended when we both departed.

What she did with my heart,

It is between her and me.

But what she did with my soul,

It is between her and the devil.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Lessons in Love's Disguise

We have loved, We have lost, and we’ve cried,

Nights were long and quiet, to sleep we tried.

Our hearts flooded, pillows soaked in pain,

And the nights pass like a slow moving train.

We ask the stars, we ask the breeze,

"Are they real?" no answers, they freeze.

A guide, a teacher, in love's disguise,

Sent to open our closed eyes.

One brought joy then went away;

Teaching happiness forever, doesn't stay.

One broke us, left a permanent scar,

Helping us become who we are.

One stayed awhile, but did not last,

Teaching, life changes constantly and it’s fast.

One never loved, but we learned,

Unchecked desires will lead to heart burn.

They came with no textbook, no rule,

Only their presence; bitter and cool.

In Love, it’s not being in chain but in letting go,

It’s not weakness; it’s how we grow.

There is no forever, that is not the real plan,

Only lessons, etched by each woman or man.

Some wrote verses, some just a line,

But all were needed, they are nature's design.

We are not broken, just growing through,

Each one was a mirror, shaped us to be tough.

So take the lesson and leave the person and pain,

As each chapter, for us it is already written.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

The Cost Of Kindness

The mouths that praised me now curse me behind,

The stomachs I fed burn with jealousy.

The legs I once guided toward the light,

Now long to kick me into darkness.

The hands I held through the hardest storms,

Withdrew when I reached for help.

The hearts I comforted brought me sorrow,

The minds I opened forgot my name.

The ones who once needed me vanished when I did,

Those I loved most turned away in hate.

The good deeds were twisted into wrong,

My skills, once helped many, were dismissed as flaws.

The words I spoke to lift others high,

Left me buried in distress.

The loyalty I held like a sacred ground,

Was trampled cold by betrayal.

The respect I gave to a chosen few

Was returned with silence and disrespect.

I was ready to die for some;

They wouldn't lose a single strand of hair.

Even the lion in the jungle,

Doesn't spare the good-hearted.

Such are people on this earth;

And we must live with that truth.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

In Her Thoughts Loop

My eyes wander when she is not around,

Until they meet her gaze; then go to ground.

A glance from her, and all is clear,

She soothes my heart, just by being near.

Every time she gazes, my heart loses control,

Yet I hold it so it doesn't fall.

When she speaks its like waving a magic wand,

And my nerves react, wanting to jump beyond.

When I don’t get to see her,

It's like a fasting day for my eyes.

And the days I don't think of her,

Are like dry days for the mind.

My heart is a bomb, ticking her name,

The day it stops; it won't be the same.

It will explode and when it does,

The damage will show what my longing was.

Continuous mental traffic burns bright,

My eyes refuse to surrender to night.

So here I remain, in her thoughts loop,

Lost in the gravity, unable to recoup.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

She Is A River In Paradise

You, dear, are a canal of paradise,

A human soul in divine disguise.

You heart is a place of everlasting happiness,

Where peace and prosperity resides always.

Your spirit flows from a higher place,

A heart of bliss, of love and praise.

Like souls of light with good deeds rise,

You are a delight in human guise.

To those you love, you bring pure light,

Your gentle touch will make all things right.

That is how your vibes are for everyone.

Wherever you are, you bring the taste of heaven.

Your love flows like the rivers of paradise,

But not many get a chance to reside.

I seeked a permanent citizenship, as a pride,

To live in your heart forever, but access was denied.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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An Orchestra Within

My heart beats like a drum

And my nerves strum like a guitar's rhythm.

All the words that come from my mind

Turns into a song, just for her.

In that tune, my soul starts dancing,

Free from all worries and boundaries.

My blood flows like a river waiting,

Ready to rush out when the dam breaks.

She is the music of my life,

The song that lives in my heart.

If only I could dare ask god himself,

To borrow her for this life's journey.

Many times I wonder, why god created her,

Will I get an answer for my question, ever.

Her beauty cuts me like a sword,

Yet I fall for her again and again.

My love for her grows with time,

Like old wine, aged cheese, it’s become fine.

When I was near, it didn’t feel this deep,

But after a distance, it’s grown to be rich.

Each part of me plays a different tune,

Of the memories that I keep with care.

She created an orchestra inside me,

But she is not here to hear the music.

Her love acts as a conductor,

Guiding my body parts to play.

She became a rare tune on this earth,

The most special I have heard since birth.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Love's Emotional Abuse

The one we care about the most,

Treats us like an option and not a priority.

They disappear whenever they choose,

Only to return when it is convenient.

Love is not a guessing game,

It shouldn't leave us crying at night

Waiting for messages, for calls,

For any signs that they still care.

We feel trapped, ignored and unwanted,

Forced to question our own worth.

We wait for someone to care & love us,

The way we care & love them, but hear only silence.

Pain doesn't always come from shouting or fights,

The deepest wounds are cut from silence.

We feel like we don’t matter even when we reach first,

This isn't love; It's emotional neglect.

Each one of us deserve better,

Do not hesitate to walk away.

When care, love & respect is real, it is mutual;

When it's reciprocated, it feels like home.

**Applicable for all relationships in our life we encounter

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

The Drug In Her Smile

The smile she wears takes me high,

My dopamine surges and I touch the sky.

My Heart grows wings and starts to fly,

And all the world just passes by.

To see her smile; it’s a festival of light,

A blissful fire that burns so bright.

It melts my heart with strong desire,

A spark, a flame and a holy fire.

Her laughter's sound, a song divine

My blood begins to dance in time.

Her eyes pull me close, with just one look,

Like a story from a magic book.

In her smile, I forget the pain,

Like a drug that rushes through my brain.

I lose myself and I lose the fight,

Yet find my peace in her pure light.

For every smile, my soul takes a flight,

She is the day for my darkest nights.

And the whole world passes me by,

The smile she wears still gets me high.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

She Wears the Sky and Rules Hearts

It seemed like you were wearing the whole blue sky,

Designed around you, from neck to toe.

Is it only mine that gets attacked

Or have you given many other hearts too.

Your face was lit with moons grace,

And I saw stars shining in your eyes.

Are you a witness? how good artist god is,

As you look like you are going to conquer the world.

Luckily there are no kings or kingdoms,

Who knows how many would have fallen for you.

You hold the beauty to make any kings kneel,

To seek your hand; and queens will burn in envy.

Everytime you smile, it will be a festival,

As such is your grace and beauty, a marvel.

Wherever you are or with whoever you are,

Hope you live like a queen born to rule.

God is so cruel for pouring world’s shine on you,

So you can brighten any place and even hearts.

Many hearts will burn from the light of your presence,

So don’t know if you are a blessing or a heart’s curse.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Every Time I See Her

Every time she walks past me,

The oxygen around me fades.

Everytime I see her smile,

It feels like my heart, a little it breaks.

My eyes have wandered in the past,

But only she catches my eye.

My heart has rented a few,

Don’t know why she seems to own it.

Her flowing hair is a trap,

My heart often gets caught like a fish.

Her innocent smile is an ocean,

In her thoughts often I drown.

I try to speak, but I search for words,

As my voice gets lost in her presence.

She is close, yet so far away,

And it just doesn't seem fair.

I wonder if she even knows,

How deeply I think of her.

But I bury my feelings within,

Afraid of what might happen.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Her Connection

Her vibe is a network, quick and clear,

Protected by a password; my fear.

The one who gets inside her world,

Gets to hold her heart day and night.

A receiver of her vibe is my mind

And my heart, a Bluetooth, seeks to find.

Forever scanning for her signal to connect,

To link our souls in love’s eternal net.

Her thoughts are locked in my mind like clouds,

Coded dreams of romance behind every star.

But when she links, it’s deep and true,

Filling my mind with dreams anew.

I go offline to the world around,

When she's near as my heart is fond.

No noise, no games; just simple truth;

A silent spark between us two.

I send my feelings through the air,

In texts, in thoughts and silent dreams.

Maybe one day, she will unlock her soul to see me;

Not just in parts, but wholly and completely.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Pretender's

We live in a world where truth has faded,

Where those who pretend have taken the stage.

Talent, skills, hard work, honesty;

Loyalty and love are treated cruelly.

Their only task is deception.

As imposters of emotions they win the praise.

People wearing masks are valued more,

Than those who dare to show their true face.

Many say they want honesty,

Yet push it away when it appears.

They call for loyalty as if it's slavery,

Taking freedom from those who give.

We know so many people by name,

But do we really know who they are?

They show us what we expect to see,

While hiding the truth deep inside.

Their smiles are wide and polished,

But inside, they hold only disrespect.

Every Hi, hello and a quick goodbye;

Just polite words to keep us quiet.

Even their words don’t match their deeds,

Playing life like it’s only a game.

The world claps for those who pretend,

And rejects those who live in truth.

The rarest person in this world is you,

Don’t demean yourself by pretending

Even a chameleon will lose the contest,

Against masters of disguise.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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Her Mesmerizing Charm

 

My heartbeat stopped for a while,

It stilled when I saw her walk.

Every glance at her took my breath away,

My lungs forgot how to inhale and exhale.

My blood flow lost its way,

Such is her effect when she is near.

She walks like a queen of the winds,

Silent, but with a graceful cheer.

I always hesitate to meet her gaze,

For I know I will drown in those eyes.

So calm and with a positive shine,

That can brighten a broken heart, yet I am shy.

Some attract the eyes, some touch our heart,

But she draws my soul like a magnetic art.

And like metal I am helplessly pulled,

To follow her, wherever she rules.

Oh, my god! Is all I could say,

As she walked past in her magical charm.

I couldn't take my eyes of her grace,

Yet there is always fear of rejection and pain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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When People Care

When you know you are not a priority,

It is time to see your self worth with clarity.

Do not go after someone who makes you wait,

And do not allow others to decide your fate.

If you are always the one, who is behind,

Waiting for a sign or care, you are blind.

It is time to stop and think my friend,

That there are things that are meant to end.

Friends and family who care, always find a way,

They don’t give excuses and will never delay.

If they wanted to be near, they will show,

But if not, it is time to let them go.

Do not let your value fade away,

By waiting for the ones who stray.

As your time and heart are precious to waste,

So walking away with love & care is best.

People who really care will make us feel right,

And will not treat you like a burden nor a plight.

Remember, everyone deserves to shine,

Don't settle for less, walk away when you get a sign.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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Be The Real You

The world asks you to be someone you're not,

But remember, it's never your fault.

Life can be too heavy to bear,

And your mind may turn unfair.

We live in silence, hiding our pain,

While our inner voice cries, again and again.

When many thoughts runs within,

That is not your enemy, don’t try to win.

We struggle inside, unsure of our role,

But we are not alone as many share this soul.

Blinded by things we never did choose,

That only causes chaos and makes us lose.

There is no real success or failures in life,

It is a lie created by people to cause grief.

Only to divide based on money and pride,

And to look down on people with nothing to hide.

Life is meant to live, even with flaws and errors,

But there are some who live in money’s mirror.

They are not them, they are what they have,

All that they accumulate will not follow to their grave.

So, in a world in which each wants you to be different,

Be the real you, you will find your fulfillment.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

A Golden Prison

Her aura was such, it made me surrender,

I failed in all my efforts in avoiding her.

Her vibe was such that it forced me to look,

In her sharp sight like a lightning, I was struck.

My reality become an illusion,

And her illusion alone filled my vision.

The whole world faded in her presence,

An enchanted moment due to her essence.

When I wanted to end up with her

She only wanted to end things with me.

I have tasted pain many times before,

But this was unbearable, the one from her.

I thought her heart had a golden gate,

I wanted to walk in and was desperate.

To stay in a place that was bright with shine,

Only to realise it was a prison, now I whine.

I wrote and sang my devotion,

All that caused only commotion.

Wanted to wear her love as a crown,

But now I am standing like a lost clown.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

When God Created Her, He Took...

A little shine from the sun,

as she shines bright among humans.

A little glow of the moon,

as her glow on the face is a comfort.

A little goodness from his heart,

as she stands, one of a kind in this world.

A little fire from the volcanoes,

as her anger is such that it burns my heart.

A little chillness from the space,

as her sweet talk is so smooth.

A little grace from the rivers,

as she walks with such a charm.

A little beauty from the flowers,

as she dulls all the places she stands.

A little air from the blowing wind,

as her breath has a captivating aroma.

A little strength from the earth,

as she has the strength to bear all.

A little attitude from hell,

as that is how she behaves cold and wild.

And a lot of love from the heavens,

which I wanted to fill my whole heart.

As a rare creation among humans,

And thus she was created, to be my world.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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Boundaries In Life

The world doesn’t pause to ask us,

If we’re doing fine with our tasks.

It only takes what we keep giving,

No matter how we are living.

If we keep offering ourselves each day,

One day we will know, we've drained away.

And when we're empty and tired

We'll wonder why the light expired.

Saying no, is not bad or unkind,

Its clarity for a peaceful mind.

We teach the world what to expect,

With every choice and self respect.

If peace requires our exhaustion,

If silence hides our own compulsion;

Then that is not true peace at all,

But just another quiet fall.

Don't build a wall when you draw a line,

Build bridges instead and honor what's mine.

Live with truth and not with rebellion's flame,

But out of love for self, the same.

The world learns our words and tone,

When we are available too often.

If boundaries end what was not true,

Then let it go; let the honest ones come through.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

True Love

Love, a journey of both sweet and bitter,

But often lost in hidden fear.

Is it freedom or just a need,

Is it a heart’s true call or fear’s greed?

When we hold too tight, we bind,

Possessiveness comes to mind.

Worry and fear starts to grow,

Is this love, or just sorrow.

True love stays calm and free,

Does not ask for a loyalty fee.

It gives without keeping tally,

And steady like the ocean waves, truly.

Ego wants control,

To keep love in tight hold.

But real love flows like a river,

A sweet dream, pure and clear.

When our heart is full and bright,

Love comes easy with pure delight.

No fear and no need to own,

As love grows from seeds we have sown.

So, ask yourself, my dear friend,

Is love a means or just an end.

From inside does it rise?

Or is it a mask for many to disguise.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

My Silence

My life went quiet, not out of fear,

But to the truths that I often hear.

Not all who smiles are on your side,

As some wear their jealousy like its pride.

It's not the strangers who are bold,

But those close by with hearts like polished gold.

They rarely are happy for us,

While standing in your winning cause.

Few ask with care but will not stay,

Just stories to twist and give away.

They watch our steps and note our tone,

But leave you crumbling all alone.

I once believed that trust and care was fair,

The truth is meaningful and loyalty was not there.

But I learned that some people only pretend,

With a smile, while waiting for your end.

So I now I speak little less,

I share no pain nor I post for guesses.

I guard my peace to protect my soul,

And through my silence I am making me whole.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Happy 79th Independence Day

To all those who are not free from desires,

And to those still burdened by worries.

To all those who judge others by status and name,

And to those trapped in emotions endless games.

To all those who are not free to chase their dreams,

And to those who live quietly with inner screams.

To all those who are down by duty and pain,

And to those who walk through life in chains.

To all those who are chasing success without rest,

And to those who failed and are unable to be best.

To all those who crave power, name and fame,

And to those who play for wealth in a selfish game.

To all those who use others to rise above,

And to those who push many down to their graves.

To all those who cannot speak their mind,

And to those who want control of mankind.

To all those who aren't free from endless thought,

And to those who live treacherous but don't get caught.

To all those who are still looking for freedom's light,

And to those who think controlling them is right.

To all those who treat others like they are below,

And to those who stand tall and want to grow..

To all those who depend on people and things, it may vary,

Happy Independence Day, may all your spirits sing with glory.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind