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

Dedicated to All with a good life partner.

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

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

Being Human In A Battlefield

The earth is a ground of wars and battles,

Our parents battled each day for our meals.

They worked for our best education with grace,

But never warned us of the world’s true face.

All those who called you a friend,

Will one day vanish like dust in the wind.

All those who swore they will care,

Dead or alive, won’t even bother.

All those promises; just temporary words,

Nothing meant, and nothing is on records.

Same devils in suits, smiles, and disguises,

New masks they’ll wear, but with the same old lies..

People will show you dreams, in sweet words,

Use you as a ladder while your vision stays blurred.

People look up to others with fortunes,

By not knowing its path, and treasons.

They built us humans, not for war,

But in this world, only warriors can endure.

They never taught us how to see life clearer,

The demons we meet in life, we will not be aware.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Doormat Life

Few people in life, we will meet,

They will speak nicely to be great.

They show us dreams that are not real,

Using others for benefits is their only deal.

They will prove their garden is greener,

With only artificial plants as they're meaner.

'I am not like others', they often say,

But the real face we will see, each day.

They will care only a few,

Racism is part of their act and it’s not new.

They want benefit from everyone,

When it’s not found, they'll simply move on.

On your face they will speak to be sweet,

And behind your back they'll cheat.

Blinded by sadism, ego and pride,

Outside they act kind, truth inside they hide.

If you let people walk on you this way,

You become a doormat every day.

So live your life with strength and grace,

By living honestly for a day, you can leave a trace.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

मेरे आख़री लम्हे | My Last Moments

जब मेरी दिमाग सोचना छोड़ देगा,

तेरी मुस्कान ही आखरी याद होगी ।

जब मेरी आँखें हमेशा के लिए बंद होगी,

तेरी चेहरा उनमे आखरी छवि होगी ।

जब खून की आखरी बूंद रुकेगी,

तेरी पहचान उसमे बसी रहेगी ।

जब नसें कुछ भी महसूस न करेगी,

थेरी छूआन आखरी एहसास बनेगी ।

जब मेरी कान सुनना भूल जाएंगे,

तेरा नाम ही आखरी धुन गुनगुनाएगा ।

जब मेरी शब्द सदा के लिए चुप हो जाएंगे,

तेरा नाम मेरी अंतिम ध्वनि कहलायेगा ।

जब मेरी नाक सुगंध को ना पहचानेगी,

तेरी खुशबू आखिरी सांसों में समाएगी ।

जब मेरा दिल आखिरी बार धड़केगा,

वो भी सिर्फ तेरे लिए ही भड़केगा ।

My Last Moments

Before my mind stops to think,

Your sweet smile will be its last link.

Before my eyes forever closes,

Your beautiful face, it will capture, before it ceases.

Before my blood stops its flow,

Your identity will remain in it forever to glow.

Before my nerves start to feel numb,

Your touch will stick like a gum.

Before my nose forgets the smell,

Your scent will remain like a spell.

Before my ears forgets sound,

Your name will be the last it’ll hear on the ground.

Before my words forever goes quieter,

Your name will be the last sound it shall utter.

Before my heart stops its beat,

It will burn for you and then it will rest.

Translated from my own poem “Meri Aakhri Lamhe”

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

एक चोर हो तुम | A Thief You Are

 

चोरी हो गई है सूरज का नूर,

जब ढूँढा तो पाया, तुम्हारे चेहरे पर।

चोरी हो गई है चाँद का चाँदनी,

जब ढूँढा तो, वो तुम्हारी आँखों में मिला।

चोरी हो गई है सब पंछियों की गाने,

जब ढूँढा तो, वो तुम्हारी आवाज मैं सुना।

चोरी हो गई है फूलों की खूबसूरत,

जब ढूँढा, तो वो तुम्हारा दिल में मिला।

चोरी हो गई है, कुदरत का रंग

जब ढूँढा तो, वो तुम्हारी त्वचा पर पया

चोरी हो गई है, स्वर्ग से एक परी,

जब ढूँढा तो, समज आया, कि वो तुम ही हो।

जब मैंने ये सब ढूँढा तो,

आख़िर में मेरा दिल भी चोरी हो गई।

जब ढूँढा तो,

वो मुझे तुम्हारे पास मिला।

A Thief You Are

The shine of the sun has been stolen,

When I searched, I found it on your face.

The glow of the moon has been stolen,

When I searched, I found it in your eyes.

The songs of all the birds have been stolen,

When I searched, I heard your voice.

The beauty of the flowers has been stolen,

When I searched, I found it in your heart.

The colors of nature have been stolen,

When I searched, I found it on your skin.

An angel from heaven has been missing,

When I searched, I realized that it was you.

When I searched for all this,

In the end, even my heart was stolen.

When I searched,

I found it with you.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Love Is Not a Sacrifice

Love is a beautiful dream,

But one cannot be in it nor we can keep.

Wake up before it ends,

You will not know what, it pretends.

You give and give, big or small,

Time, care, energy, love and all.

All this can feel like a devotion,

And one can feel proud like it's a crown.

All will feel great and better,

But slowly, quietly, you disappear.

Giving everything will not make one to stay,

Become someone they like and it will pave a way.

You start leaving your desires behind,

And your joy for their peace of mind.

Your dreams become silent for love,

As you were told it’s selfless and from above.

By loving too much, you let them win;

But the truth is, it will lead to your pain.

Love is not about becoming less,

It's growing and becoming more, in togetherness.

Life doesn't promise you forever,

and there is no check list to keep them ever.

You can love deeply and show up every day,

You can give them tenderness and loyalty to stay.

You can open your heart allowing them,

But you cannot make them stay all the time.

You cannot make them love you in return,

As you will lose yourself trying.

Because true love survives endings in silence,

As it’s not about possession, but presence.

It's about the truth that says,

No love is love if it costs you and betrays.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Ek Choti Si Miracle

Kabhi kabhi bas aise hi yaar,

Bina kisi tayyari se, aata hain pyaar.

Chup chupke se aa jaata hain, bina kuch shor,

Na band baaja, na dhol, bas ek noor.

Naa koi perfect timing, no koi scene,

Bas aankhon ka milna, like a dream.

Ek choti si baat ya ek lamha ruk gaya

Aur dil ka haal pura badal gaya

Achaanak sab kuch naya dikhne lagta hai

Choti si touch bhi kuch keh jaata hai

Aur jo dilon ke beech, khamaoshi hoti hai,

Woh kabhi kabhi lafzon se zyaasa bolti hai

Aur bas ek simple si life ban jaati hai kahaani,

jaise koi fairytale, desi style aur hain suhani.

Na zaroori tha sapna dekhna,

Pehle se, Woh toh likha tha, dono ke liye

Poem By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Music: Song Composed by AI

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/17_8BWeaO7HexDFFSebmTHd_Wxe5KTAvW

Love Varum Time

Konjam konjam romba silentaa,

Oru normal naalil, kaadhal vandadhu di,

Eduvum plan pannala, aana Heartla oru kutty koothu,

lightning maadhiri, ennai thaakkyadu.

No waiting for a nalla neram or a place,

Just oru looku, en mind became like a maze.

Sollmudiyala, aana feel panniten,

Ava smile-la en life-a naan marandutten.

Suddenly, ellame felt very new,

Even the kaatru sonnadu, she is for you.

Avaloda touchu, forever ava kaia pidikka en aasa,

en motha worlda shake pannita, thaanga mudiyala baasu.

Dooram irunddaalum, vetkam ignore pannum,

unakkaga en heartu overthink pannum.

Yarum sollala, fate dhan set panni vachirukku,

Unnai paarkardhu, en uyirukku romba pidichiruku.

Idhu oru fairytale illaiyadi, idhu real sceneu,

Kaadhal neram varumbodhu, my mind is super cleanu.

Idhu oru kutty love story, semma masss,

Enakenna di, ippadi life fulla ore love classu.

Poem by

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Music: My first song with AI music

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/17_8BWeaO7HexDFFSebmTHd_Wxe5KTAvW

Unkind World

The world is hard for everyone,

Not just for the weak, but also for the strong one.

It breaks the kind, the brave and the good,

Even those who do, all they should.

Some get hurt big and some in quiet ways,

And some feel pain on the softest days.

Gentle people also cry,

Even the brave ones ask why.

Pain is a teacher; it changes our view,

Silencing our hearts and sharpens us too.

It leaves a crack, a lasting mark,

And turns our bright days to dark.

Those who heal become more wise,

As they see the world with kinder eyes.

They help each other as they understand,

They hold your hurt with a steady hand.

Yes, we break often, but still we grow,

Like rivers, we bend, we move, we flow.

We may be cracked, but we will shine,

With a deep care and a soul that is kind.

So if you are hurting, don't feel small,

You can rise after every fall.

You are here for a reason and you belong,

Even when broken, always stay strong.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Recipe of Love

There is no simple recipe for love,

No proof to show, no tests to pass.

Sometimes it brings a little sadness,

And it feels like madness.

True love doesn't start with bright sparks,

It grows when the light calms down.

When worries come every day,

And butterflies stop fluttering.

If you have never seen their anger,

Their bad habits, their strange beliefs.

Their differences and flaws,

Then love is not yet complete.

Love can feel hard sometimes,

With tears and fights.

You see each others mistakes,

And still want them to stay close to you.

After all the chaos, If you still want that them,

Through life’s storms and rains,

That’s when you really know,

Love is more than just a phase.

You hold on tight to hope

and believe the future will shine bright.

Even when you are far apart,

Your hearts stay close at night.

You face pain and struggles,

through sleepless nights and quiet tears.

Yet, if love stays strong in your eyes

then you have found the true recipe of love.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Your Smile Is A Bliss

Hey you, yes, you, miss,

Keep that smile on your face,

It's contagious and a pure bliss,

Filled with peace and grace.

A heart can feel so happy,

I've never witnessed nor I knew?

Seeing your smile,

Something rare, fresh and felt new.

The innocent child like smile,

With an open heart, it’s true.

Your smile is like an antidote,

That can remove one's grief.

Even in pain, it gives a relief,

It lifts and brings back hope.

A quiet strength your smile carries,

breaking all sorrows and worries.

Your smile is contagious,

It will brighten any room you are seated,

It shows your courage,

Your confidence and your lovely grace.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Weapon, She Is

Send her to battles and wars,

She will win every, with her glares.

Her eyes are like spears,

It can split any heart when it nears.

She does not need bombs and missiles,

She can blast hearts, only with her smiles.

She will not need bullets and guns,

She can make an army fall, with her grins.

Her aroma will make people fall,

That is her strength, none can stand tall.

Her charm will make people insane,

For not getting her, some will start to grow mane.

Her vibes will make any heart go weaker,

To get it, sometimes I have become a stalker.

My blood boils, so, I don’t go close to her,

From a distance I only admire.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Respect Is the Food for Your Soul

Ensure, in the right place, you are seated,

Like everyone, you too are well treated.

Let the table be the biggest and finest;

If respect is not served, walking out is best.

Nothing on earth is as valuable as respect,

It is your duty and morale, to expect.

Do not allow people to talk ill,

As your life is not at other's will.

We live in a world with people,

Who worries about what we bring to the table.

None is glad that we made it there,

Do not dine with this kind, ever.

Respect is the food for one's soul,

While peace is the dessert, don't be a fool.

All humans are born and die alike,

And you don’t have to please all; you will break.

You are here to live your life,

It doesn't matter if it’s happy, sad, or with grief.

You can be rich or poor, strong or weak,

It’s your cup; never from others you seek.

Racism isn't religion or colour of the skin,

Nor it's language or caste; it's always within.

When few are treated well in your presence,

The best gift to give them is your absence.

It will be better to starve and reach the grave,

Than feasting with people, who are naïve.

If you don’t like and are not living free,

Move, as you are not a tree.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

People and Their Disguises

The disguise for evil is to be a saint.

With sweet words and a face with many paint.

The disguise of selfishness is shown as love,

Fast and fiery, not from above.

The disguise of hatred is acting kind,

A handshake given, but no heart behind.

The disguise of greed is called giving,

Helping others it seems, but selfishly living.

The disguise of fear is shown as brave

Strong outside and inside, it shaves the cave.

The disguise of guilt looks soft & pure,

But inside, the truth hides for sure.

The disguise of ignorance speaks like it's wise,

Big words said but with empty lies.

The disguise of pride is wearing humility,

Acts so modest, but full of vanity.

The disguise of silence is called peace,

But sometimes it's fear, and cries cease.

The disguise of weakness is strength displayed,

To gain our trust, games are played.

The disguise of bondage looks like freedom

But we still follow rules in this earthly kingdom.

We are forced to live with saints holding swords,

As we trust the face and not their words.

Yet disguise has power to rule our society,

Hiding truth behind silent authority.

Not all that is cold and white is snow,

But still we walk this life, and we must know.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Your Life, In Your Hands

Life is an open ground,

Not the one you found.

Like all, it is given to you too.

What you do with it, you should know.

You can turn it into a ground to play,

People will come for games, night and day.

You can build something and make your way,

For a better life, not bothering what others say.

You can make a garden, with full of flowers,

Where love and care pours like a shower.

You can create a sea of happiness,

Where all can come and be part of your bliss.

You can create a heaven,

To dwell with peace for your loved ones.

You can make the ground for burial,

Where only the dead lay silent or make a hell.

It’s your ground, you can make anything,

As long as it serves you for better good things.

Things that add value to your body and soul,

As there are always others, who want to play foul.

Life is like an assembled vehicle,

You are its driver and you are in control.

Destination for each one of us same,

How you drive is your game.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Too Much of Giving

Like a plant dies with too much of water,

In life also, every bond becomes shorter.

Too much of anything gets you nothing bright,

True feelings are simple, not full of light.

Too much care can kill a relationship,

Too much love can make you lonely in the ship

Too much honesty gets you hated

Too much work may not make you appreciated.

Too much helping, will make you forget,

Too much giving, will lead you to regret.

Too much silence, makes your heart go far,

Too much talking reveals who you are.

Too much trust can break you up,

Too much thinking can steal your sleep.

Too much hope can make you fall

Too much waiting, will get you nothing at all.

The world respects people with mask,

Success is measured but not its task.

Fame, name and wealth is respected,

Not measuring the remains of the neglected.

Too much being nice, people will use,

Too much loyalty, you will get refused.

So, in life, balance is the key,

Giving your full, makes you a donkey.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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